Chapter 571: Chapter 571

Chapter 571:

Tiffany watched as Harlee entered slowly, her expression heavy with remorse.

“Harlee, those people outside are my relatives. I’m so sorry for causing you trouble.”

Harlee’s gaze shifted to Clint, who quickly dropped his eyes, clearly uncomfortable.

The VIP suite in the hospital was equipped with a special button that, when pressed, disabled the soundproofing. Tiffany, staying in such a high-end room for the first time, didn’t know about this feature.

But Clint, who frequently stayed in VIP rooms during his hospital visits, knew it all too well.

Harlee shot Clint a sharp, icy glance. She immediately understood what had happened. Unable to resist the temptation to eavesdrop on the drama unfolding outside, Clint had pressed the button, inviting Tiffany to listen.

But as Tiffany’s relatives made a scene, he was too embarrassed to turn it off.

Harlee now understood why Clint still hadn’t won Tiffany’s heart after all these years.

At Clint’s clumsy attempts at wooing a girl, Harlee felt a headache brewing in her temples.

Turning away from Clint, Harlee walked slowly to Tiffany’s bedside. She smiled gently, her voice calm and reassuring.

“You don’t need to apologize. You haven’t done anything wrong. In fact, I admire you for managing to escape from those people. I’m relieved you made it out.”

As Harlee spoke, Tiffany’s eyes brimmed with tears, but she forced them back, unwilling to cry in front of Clint.

“Thank you. Thank you.”

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Harlee gave Tiffany’s shoulder a reassuring pat, signaling her to let go of the stress and catch some rest.

She promised to help Tiffany sort everything out as soon as Tiffany woke up from her rest.

As for Clint, Harlee wasted no time moving him to another ward. She had hoped Clint would use the opportunity to grow closer to Tiffany, but he had proven himself completely clueless.

Clint dared not protest.

He knew he had messed up and only spoke after Harlee nudged him toward his new ward.

“Is Tiffany alright?”

Harlee gave him a cold, appraising look.

“She would probably be fine if you weren’t around.”

Clint scratched the back of his head sheepishly, feeling the sting of her words. Too exhausted to deal with him further, Harlee shot him one last pointed remark as she walked out.

“If you don’t figure out how to pursue a woman, your future wife will probably run off with someone else.”

Clint stood there in stunned silence.

“Future wife”? What did Harlee mean? Was she talking about Tiffany? His face flushed a deep red at the thought, though the idea was strangely appealing.

It had been some time since Harlee last set foot in the Sanderson family home, so she decided it was time to head back. This time, she planned to bring Tonya along.

But no sooner had Harlee sent the message than Tonya’s video call popped up.

Harlee answered, only to find Tonya snuggled up against Ritchie. Tonya purred, “Harlee, I’m choosing romance over friendship this time. Looks like you’ll be going back on your own.”

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