"No need, Aunt Taylor, my... my boyfriend is coming to pick me up soon." Sophie Wilson paused for a moment when she mentioned the word boyfriend.
It’s not that she wasn’t used to having Charles Seymour as her boyfriend, she just really didn’t know if he’d blow up when he got here.
So anxious, what to do?
"Then I’ll wait with you for a bit." Clarissa Taylor said with a smile. She wasn’t quite comfortable leaving Sophie Wilson here alone.
Just now, she had to run around all the departments, and she didn’t think it was appropriate to ask her husband to accompany Sophie Wilson.
As for her daughter and sister-in-law... better not count on them.
Having finished all the exams, she came over to look for Sophie Wilson.
"Really, it’s fine, Aunt Taylor, you should head back first, you’re injured, so go rest early." Sophie Wilson waved her hand, feeling a bit embarrassed by the gratitude others were showing her.
Noticing Sophie Wilson’s discomfort, Clarissa couldn’t force her and, after giving her a few reminders, left with her husband.
Sophie Wilson let out a long breath and sat on the chair waiting.
Not even twenty minutes passed when Charles Seymour arrived at the hospital.
As soon as he came in, he saw Sophie Wilson sitting on the chair, her slender back set against the nearly empty hall at noon, making her seem so lonely and helpless.
His heart tightened suddenly, his breath caught, his steps faltering briefly, then he walked over even more quickly.
Feeling the shadow approaching, Sophie Wilson instinctively looked up, then jumped up at once: "You, you’re here? Haha... that was fast..."
She didn’t even need a mirror to know how stiff her smile was.
It wasn’t that she was timid, it was just that Charles Seymour’s face was so dark.
The storm clouds were gathering, flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder; she feared that the next moment, a bolt of lightning might just strike her down.
As Charles Seymour reached out, Sophie Wilson quickly handed him all the scan reports.
Charles Seymour quickly flipped through them, then finally felt relieved; it was indeed nothing serious.
"What happened?" Charles Seymour finally was willing to ask about the ins and outs of the situation clearly.
"Just that there was a thief stealing on the roadside, and everyone was being a good Samaritan and caught the thief. Someone got pushed onto the road, and I just instinctively pushed her to a safe place."
"Her arm got scraped, and she was worried I might’ve been hurt, so she brought me to the hospital to get checked out together." Sophie Wilson quickly recounted the situation, without a hint of concealment.
She knew that even if she tried to hide it, Charles Seymour had his ways of finding everything out.
"What about that person?" Charles Seymour’s voice was cold as ice, "Just left you here alone?"
Clearly looking to pin the blame on someone else.
"No, no." Sophie Wilson quickly explained, "Aunt Taylor was very nice; she even paid for the medical expenses, and she brought her husband to check on me earlier, wanting to take me home."
"I was just waiting for you, so I refused her. I told them to go ahead first."
Charles Seymour remained silent, and the more he was , the more anxious Sophie Wilson became, unsure of what mood he was in.
Heavens, she’s been reborn once, and since she’s got this kind of advantage, why not throw in a mind reading technique too?
Charles Seymour’s thoughts were too hard to guess!
Sophie Wilson was so frustrated she wanted to claw at the wall.
"Hey, it’s really strange, my reflexes are really strong." Sophie Wilson quickly diverted the topic, genuinely curious, "Why am I so agile, able to push someone away in a split second?"