Charles clenched the phone and asked coldly, "Do you know the reason?"
"... I do." The person's voice turned softer and softer. "His auntâs name is Felicia Lucas. She has been a servant for the Whites for several years. She told Dr. Ian a lot about you and Ms. White. Hence, his impression of you... is pretty bad."
Not âpretty badâ but âextremely badâ. He just did not have the nerve to say it.
Charles raised his eyelids but did not say anything about it. Instead, he said, "Give me Aunt Feliciaâs current address and contact information."
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
Suddenlyâ
Patter.
Charles turned around subconsciously when he heard the sound of the door opening and looked at the door of the ward.
Megan had half of her body in the ward, half of her body outside. She was holding onto the doorknob with her back facing him, currently saying goodbye to Sophia. "I will see you again tomorrow. If Mr. Harris comes to you, then treat him as... Just treat him like a cabbage. Don't get mad at him.
The doctor said that you canât be agitated, okay?"
Charles looked at Sophia lying on the hospital bed through the crack of the door. She was so scrawny now that her slightly chubby cheeks from two years ago were now sunken, looking a little less childish than before. Her facial features looked three-dimensional and even carried a slightly pleasing yet inexplicable charm.
However... he felt a pang in his heart at the sight of her.
Was this heartache?
Was his heart aching because he liked her?
Sophia saw him and frowned. She took one glance at him before looking away as though she had seen something filthy.
Charles clearly noticed her reaction. His stuffy chest was a little painful and a little itchy. It felt as though someone was pricking his heart with a needle over and over again.
It was not fatal, but it was extremely uncomfortable.
He did not know if this was what Zachary was referring to when he said that he liked her. He had never been in a relationship, so he did not know what it was like to like someone. All he knew was that he had never experienced such discomfort when Sophia was clinging onto him every day in the past before they turned 18.
Meganâs mouth flattened when she did not get Sophiaâs response after a very long time. "Sophia, did you hear what I said? If Mr. Harris..."
"When did you start to enjoy peeping at others, Mr. Harris?" Sophia interrupted Megan, her gaze falling on Charles who was standing behind Megan.
There was a hint of sarcasm in her indifferent voice.
"!" Megan's pupils contracted. She followed Sophia's gaze stiffly, the area under the corner of her left eye twitching a few times. Her face alternated between bright red, blue, and white.
She swallowed her saliva and said sheepishly, âMr... Mr. Harris, youâre still here, eh? What... What a coincidence. Hehe."
She chuckled foolishly when she reached the end of her sentence, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.
Fortunately what she said earlier was âtreat Mr. Harris like a cabbageâ, not âtreat it as though Mr. Harris is fartingâ... Even so, it seemed like the current situation was no better.
"Recently," Charles said as he looked at Sophia.
Sophia frowned and looked down to avoid his gaze.
Megan stood awkwardly between the two. No part of her body was comfortable including her head, arms, legs, buttocks, and back. She stole a glance at Charles, feeling as though someone was roasting her on top of a fire.
"Megan," Sophia called out as she looked at Megan's pale face.
Megan turned to look at her. She felt like weeping but had no tears. "What's the matter?"
"Iâd like to talk to Mr. Harris alone. Why donât you go back first?" Sophia licked her dry lips and said.
After hearing what she said, Megan rejoiced as though she was granted a general pardon. "Iâll be leaving first, then!"
She turned to Charles but did not look at him. She said very quickly whilst lowering her head, "Goodbye, Mr. Harris!"
She then left like a bat out of hell.
Sophia looked through the crack of the door. Charles was the only one left standing there. She dropped her gaze and let out a self-deprecating smile.
Charles frowned almost imperceptibly at the sight of her reaction and raised his hand to loosen a shirt button. However, the frustrating and stifling feeling in his chest did not diminish because of that.
Back then, Sophia would have been over the moon if they had the chance to spend time alone. Now, she was avoiding him like the plague.
One was sitting in the ward while the other was standing outside the ward. The door between the two was slightly open. The man looked straight at the woman, while the woman stared straight at the ground. Neither of them spoke in the stifling and slightly weird atmosphere.
At this moment, Megan came running back, panting and out of breath. She avoided his gaze and said, "Ha... I almost forgot that Sophia said she wanted to use the toilet."
Under Charlesâ gaze, she chuckled sheepishly and walked into the ward with her arms and legs moving in unison.
Sophia's eyes flashed. "I can go to the toilet on my own. You don't have to come back."
Megan had her back facing Charles. She twisted her body uncomfortably. "I can go outside and wait if itâs inappropriate for me to listen to you and Mr.
Harrisâ discussion."
Sophia had just recovered from a major illness and must remain calm. She was still quite worried.
"... Thank you." Sophia looked at her. Moments later, she lowered her head and said before covering her mouth and coughing twice.
Megan looked at the cold sweat seeping out of her forehead and asked in a hurry, "Sophia, are you having a relapse again?"
Charles' back was straighter than before. He stared at Sophia and took a step forward subconsciously, but soon frowned and backed away again.
"Iâm..." Before she could say âfineâ, Sophia covered her mouth and coughed again. Her face was pale, and she was sweating profusely.
Charles' pupils contracted slightly. He dashed into the ward in just a few steps, hitting a chair and nearly stumbling in the process for running too fast.
However, he ignored it and started to the bedside with a pale complexion. He pressed the emergency button with trembling hands.
Ten minutes later, Sophia was sent into the operation theatre.
Charles and Megan stood outside the operating theatre. Neither of them spoke. The atmosphere felt strangely stifling.
"Mr. Harris." Megan hesitated over and over again. She bit the bullet and said, "You, you..."
She swallowed her saliva and wiped the cold sweat from her head before continuing, "Can you stop c-coming to the hospital these few days?"
Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!
ï¤Chapter 140 The Specialist Rejected Charles It was just a short sentence. However, she stammered several times.
Charles shifted his gaze from the operating room door to Megan. His gaze was slightly cool.
Megan twisted her hands together. Her back was soaked with cold sweat, and her body could not stop shaking. This was a society ruled by law. Even so, the fact that he had broken Sophiaâs legs brought about her fear for him that went deep in her bones.
"I'll leave when she comes out." Charles looked away. His gaze fell on the operating theaterâs door again.
Megan wanted to say, âWhat if Sophia gets agitated again after seeing you? You should probably leave nowâ, but she sneaked a glance at his complexion and swallowed her words out of fear.
Actually, she was extremely confused as an outsider:
If Mr. Harris liked Sophia, why did he break her legs and do so many things to hurt her?
If Mr. Harris did not like Sophia, his worried, desperate, and restless emotions when Sophia entered the emergency room were not those that he could act out.
Megan was completely clueless as to what these rich people were thinking about. She could neither understand Mr. Harris nor Sophia.