After ending the call, Helen Melendy’s eyes reddened as she looked at the glaring sunlight outside the window, her eyes suddenly stinging sharply.
"Harry Hall, damn it, I don’t give a damn about you."
She reached up to wipe the tears that had fallen on her nose and went to the laundry room to find her clothes. Since Harry had changed out of her clothes, the ones from yesterday should have been stuffed into the washing machine by him.
She didn’t find them in the washer, so she searched the dryer, still no sign of them.
Helen’s anger caused her a physical ache, but she patiently went to the walk-in closet. When she pushed open the door of the closet, the sight inside stunned her.
The entire walk-in closet was just as it had been three years ago when she left this place, filled with her clothes hung up and neatly folded, untouched by anyone.
Why did he still keep her clothes, what was Harry trying to say?
Was he trying to prove he wasn’t a scumbag in this way?
Helen scoffed sarcastically, suppressing the sourness in her eyes, and stepped out of the walk-in closet.
It was then that she turned around and saw her clothes neatly folded on the sofa near the floor-to-ceiling windows in her room.
She walked over to pick up the clothes, which still carried the faint scent of laundry detergent. Harry had not only changed her clothes but had also washed and neatly folded them for her.
With the clothes in hand, Helen laughed derisively.
How could she forget that Harry had always been such a man, exquisite and considerate in every way? Otherwise, how could she have been so easily attracted to him back then?
So... the pain that came after was what she deserved, right?
She dared not recall the details of her time with Harry, hastily dressed, grabbed her phone, and was about to leave.
It was at this moment that she saw news about Brayman Building Material Group on her phone.
"Brayman? Isn’t that Elly’s company?"
She hurriedly clicked on the link to read it, and her face changed immediately.
As she left Harry’s apartment, she tried to call Elly Campbell but couldn’t get through. Remembering she had been taken away by Harry last night, she assumed he must know Elly’s whereabouts, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and call Harry again.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Adam Jones was with Elly Campbell in the CT scan room.
"There’s no serious problem, but you’ll need to change the dressing on your head wound regularly."
"Okay, thank you, Dr. Curren."
Elly was ready to get discharged after receiving the diagnosis, but Adam took the medical documents from her hands.
"What are you doing?"
Elly frowned, her tone tinged with irritation.
"You sit down, I’ll handle the discharge procedures."
"No need, I can do it myself."
Adam’s gaze suddenly darkened, carrying an undeniable authority in his eyes, "Sit down, don’t make me force you to cooperate."
Without giving Elly a chance to argue, he took the documents and walked off.
Elly didn’t understand how efficiently Adam worked, but in less than ten minutes, he was back.
Elly looked up at the tall, imposing man standing in front of her, moved her lips, but in the end, only managed to say, "Thank you," before walking out of the hospital.
"Where are you going?"
Adam couldn’t help but follow her.
After a few steps, Elly stopped and looked at Adam, saying, "Lend me your phone for a second."