Kris Cooper’s heart tightened as he took a light breath and stepped towards the bedside where Vera Wave sat, lifting his hand.
Vera instinctively shrank back, but the hand still came down, gently ruffling her hair, and he spoke softly.
"I acted too impulsively just now, I snapped at you without understanding the truth. I’m sorry."
Vera looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief as she glanced at Kris Cooper.
"You... you didn’t come to take me to apologize to Ria Chapman?"
"You didn’t do anything wrong, why apologize?"
"But she... isn’t she your girlfriend?!"
If she wasn’t his girlfriend, why would she come so arrogantly to confront her and even threaten to fire her?
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Kris Cooper frowned, "Did she say she’s my girlfriend?"
"She said you two have known each other since you were kids and even calls you Brother Kris. Isn’t that childhood sweethearts?"
Families well-matched, childhood sweethearts, naturally a perfect match.
Why does it sound a bit sour?!
Could it be that this little girl is jealous?!
Kris Cooper held her shoulders, scrutinizing her for a moment, "Do you think... she’s worthy of me?"
"Of course not." Vera replied without even thinking.
Silly girl, does she think highly of him?
"There you go. Since she’s not worthy of me, why would I make her my girlfriend?"
Vera shrugged, "Marriage alliances among wealthy families are very normal, right?"
Kris Cooper was somewhat amused, helping her sit on the bed, he bent down, gently touching her face with his fingers.
"First, tell me, are you hurt? Where did you get burned?"
Vera shook her head, her forehead inadvertently touched his palm and she inhaled sharply.
She had hit her forehead when she fell into the fish pond, and now there was swelling; it was fine unless touched, which made it sting a bit.
Noticing her expression, Kris Cooper carefully brushed away her messed hair, revealing a large bump on her fair forehead.
He cursed inwardly, his brow furrowing with anger as he reached over to pull her up from the bed by her arm.
"Listen to me carefully. Yes, I know Ria Chapman, but she’s not my girlfriend, and I won’t be marrying into their family. I’ll handle that issue. Now, let’s go to the hospital for a proper check-up."
"I don’t want to go."
Kris Cooper reached to grab her arm, but the little girl pulled away, making his brow crease in displeasure.
"Are you being disobedient again?"
Vera pouted, "Can I at least wash my face and brush my hair? I look awful !"
Kris Cooper’s expression softened, "It’s not that bad, just generally awful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he received a vicious glare from someone.
"I’m way prettier than Ria Chapman!"
"That’s true!" Kris Cooper finally couldn’t hold back, letting out a light chuckle, "Our dear Vera is the best looking. Fine, wash your face, and then we’ll head to the hospital."
Vera turned and walked into the bathroom, carefully washing her face and tidying her messy hair. Seeing her swollen eyes from crying, she frowned again.
Stepping out again, she glanced at him awkwardly, feeling embarrassed to go out looking .
"Actually, I just bumped my head, I don’t think it’s a big deal. Can we not go to the hospital?"
Kris Cooper’s tone was authoritative.
This time, taking her to the hospital was both to check if she was injured and to have Andre Colin properly examine what was wrong with her brain.