Chapter 59
“I don’t know. Should I accompany you to the hospital again?” Hector asked me tentatively.
Would I want to go there again? That thought echoed in my mind.
What was the point? Even if I went, what difference would it make to see them together?
I was caught in a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but Hector seemed to read my mind.
grabbed my arm and said, “Let’s go. I’ll accompany you.”
Initially, I wanted to refuse, but somehow, against my better judgment, I got into his car.
Once again, we arrived at the door of that hospital ward.
I saw Sabrina wearing a hospital gown through the small window on the door.
She was still half–lying in bed, and beside her was the towering figure of Gordon.
Wasn’t he usually busy with work? At this hour, he should be at Holmes Group.
But now, for her, he had set aside all his work willingly and was by her side.
They seemed engrossed in conversation, perhaps discussing something amusing.
I saw Sabrina cover her mouth to suppress a laugh while Gordon, with his back to me and his expression unseen, emitted a relaxed and natural vibe.
They really got along well.
They had just met yesterday, yet they seemed so comfortable together.
I had long struggled to find the effortless sweetness they shared in my marriage.
Despite thinking I had moved on, why did my heart still ache like this?
I clutched my chest, unable to gather the courage to push open the door to the ward. I turned, wanting to
flee.
But Hector stopped me.
“What’s wrong? Are you afraid to go in?”
“Do you think it’s necessary if I do?”
I glanced at him and forced a smile.
Hector raised an eyebrow and teased, “This isn’t like you at all, especially with all the confidence you’ve been showing lately.
“Weren’t you the one who kept saying you didn’t care about him?
“Why does a young woman fresh out of school seem to have bested you?”
Chapter 59
Feeling challenged by his remarks, I quickly retorted, “Bested? How ridiculous!
“I don’t care about him at all. I couldn’t care less about who he likes!”
“That’s more like it. Why hesitate? I thought you’d returned to being the timid person you used to be.”
He chuckled.
Then, he leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Taylor Morgan, don’t be timid. When someone hurts you, you return it a hundredfold.”
His words hit me like a shot of adrenaline, snapping me out of my slump.
He was right. What was I doing? Why was I still dwelling on this?
I stopped caring about Gordon a long time ago. Even if he was with Sabrina now, what did it matter?
Why am I upset? Why should I let the actions of those two people who hurt me in a past life affect my
emotions now?
I shouldn’t let them dictate how I feel. Instead, I should do everything in my power to return the pain they
caused me.
