Although Howard Seymour stayed in the hospital room, his keen eyes noticed sothing. The young nurse who brought him als today talked about how loving lody Thorne and Hans Montrose were. When he heard what they did, he knew for sure that these two weren’t a couple.
"Dad, no, what could I possibly hide from you? Please go back and rest," lody Thorne walked over. "I’ll take you back to the room."
"lody," Howard Seymour’s expression darkened, "Tell , did Hans Montrose force you into sothing?"
He saw it clearly. In the morning, when he asked about their relationship, lody Thorne didn’t answer at all; only Hans Montrose replied on her behalf.
"Is he using to threaten you? lody, you must leave here, pretend you’ve never seen your father. I can’t drag my own daughter down."
"Dad, Hans Montrose and I grew up together. He’s been protecting since we were kids. You’re overthinking it. Rest assured, he won’t do anything to . You go back and rest. I’m the only one living in this courtyard; Hans Montrose isn’t here."
"lody," Howard Seymour was still worried.
Three years ago, it was indeed Hans Montrose who saved him, but that doesn’t an he can use this to threaten his daughter.
"Dad, please stop. This is sothing between us young people. Trust , nothing’s wrong," lody Thorne escorted Howard Seymour back to his room.
After leaving the room, she pressed her ear against the door and waited until there was no sound coming from Howard Seymour before leaving.
"Where is Hans Montrose staying?" lody Thorne turned her gaze to the young nurse by her side.
Everyone here was aware and had seen what Hans Montrose did to her today, so no one dared to stop her.
"He’s in the courtyard next door," the nurse pointed to another courtyard.
lody Thorne walked towards that courtyard. As soon as she entered, she heard incessant coughing sounds, each cough heavier than the last, making it hard to breathe, as if suffering from a severe illness, on the brink of death.
Thinking of Hans Montrose’s odd behavior, lody Thorne gradually clenched her fist and walked over to push the door open.
"Who allowed you in?" Hans Montrose looked up, surrounded by a pile of tissues on the floor, each stained with blood, his face excessively pale.
Hans Montrose was evidently not expecting lody Thorne’s arrival. By the ti he realized, he had already grabbed lody Thorne’s hand, pulling her out of that room, as if the room was teeming with germs, fearing they might infect her.
"Who told you to co here? Do you want to share a bed with ?" Hans Montrose threatened in a low voice.
"Hans Montrose," lody Thorne threw off Hans Montrose’s arm, "What’s wrong with you? Are you hiding sothing from ? What’s with the blood?"
"My business has nothing to do with you. Just know that I’ll let you leave here in a month," Hans Montrose turned his back.
"I want to go in and see," lody Thorne insisted on heading for his room.
"lody," Hans Montrose blocked her path, "Why bother concerning yourself with ? The more you care, the less I can stand to see you happy with Jared Quinn. I’ll only want to win you back. Even with that, do you still want to go in?"
"Yes," lody Thorne insisted on going in. Hans Montrose didn’t do anything wrong; he rely threatened her.
He’s sick, and she has to know.
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