"When can we leave?" Stephen Wilson asked, with a trace of impatience.
He didn’t want to waste time on Sophie Wilson.
"The results will take some time. How about we come back another day?" Sophie Wilson found Stephen’s impatience amusing.
Clearly, he was making his irritation so obvious, yet he still hoped she wouldn’t notice.
Did Stephen Wilson think she was blind?
"Another day?" Stephen Wilson seemed to think of something, nodded, and said, "Alright, let’s talk about it tomorrow then."
After saying this, he added, "You’ve had a scare, go back and have a good night’s rest."
Shouldn’t parents comfort their frightened children?
Letting her go rest by herself... Well, it seems that Stephen Wilson has a lot of confidence in his daughter’s resilience.
Sophie Wilson lifted her face in a smile and nodded readily, "Okay."
Since he wasn’t truly family, why should she feel sad or hurt over someone like that?
She needed to take good care of her health to spend a long, happy life with Charles Seymour.
After exchanging a few more polite words, Stephen Wilson finally left.
The main entrance of the hospital was crowded, and Stephen didn’t want to squeeze through with them, so he took a less crowded side exit.
Suddenly, a silhouette that had haunted his dreams for years appeared before him, making Stephen Wilson shudder as if hit by a jolt of electricity.
This... this person...
"...Auntie, let me take you home." Ophelia Wilson said with concern, "Your health isn’t good, and I won’t feel at ease until I see you safely inside."
"No need, I’m not made of paper," Emerie Wilson said with amusement, waving her hand. Her niece was truly thoughtful, and she was glad for doting on her since she was young. "You... ah!"
Her words were abruptly cut off by a startled cry as someone suddenly grabbed her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Ophelia Wilson knocked away Stephen Wilson’s hand from her aunt’s shoulder, reprimanding him, "I called security!"
"Sorry, sorry!" Stephen apologized after being pushed away, realizing his earlier action was too impulsive.
He apologized verbally, but his eyes were fixed on Emerie as if he wanted to devour her.
"Miss, haven’t we met before?" Though decades had passed, the woman’s striking beauty from back then had left a deep, indelible mark on Stephen Wilson’s heart.
Over the years, her memory had captivated him, impossible to forget.
"Sir, this method of hitting on someone is outdated!" Ophelia Wilson frowned, shielding Emerie behind her. "If you keep harassing my aunt, I’ll call the police on you!"
"No, I’m not hitting on her..." Stephen Wilson, a successful man with no shortage of women wanting something to do with him, felt a bit embarrassed by what Ophelia said.
"I just feel this lady looks familiar, similar to an old friend of mine."
Time had inevitably left its mark on the other’s face, and now Stephen Wilson dared not be one hundred percent sure.
"I don’t know you!" Emerie said quickly and firmly, then grabbed Ophelia’s hand. "Let’s go, don’t pay attention to this madman!"
Watching Emerie being pulled away, Stephen Wilson reached out, wanting to call out, but lacking a valid reason, could only sigh longingly in frustration.