âIâll leave Sophiaâs treatment in Dr. Hemingwayâs hands, then." Charles glanced in Sophiaâs direction, then turned his head and said to Victor.
The arc at the corners of Victor's mouth was extremely faint. "I was entrusted by my aunt to treat Ms. White, so you donât need to thank me, Mr.
Harris."
Charles looked at Victor, said no more, and bid his farewell politely before walking out of Hemingwayâs residence.
Sophia was waiting for the elevator in the corridor. Her head was lowered, so it was hard to see her expression. A layer of forlorn air was shrouding her entire being.
Charlesâ gaze dimmed. He walked to her side.
When the elevator arrived, they entered the elevator. Neither of them spoke until they got out of the elevator. They might be lovers in name, but they shared a relationship that was worse than strangers.
When they got out of the elevator, Sophia finally raised her head and asked without a single expression on her face, "Why are you here? Are you worried that Iâll share an ambiguous relationship with Dr. Hemingway?"
"No." He did not like to see her getting so close to other men even when he knew that nothing was going on between them.
Sophia held his gaze. After a long time, she sneered.
When he saw them walking over, the driver opened the back seat door and stood next to the Bentley. "Mr. Harris, Ms. White."
The driver was still holding a pack of tissues in his hand, wondering if he should give it to Sophia.
"Give it to me." Sophia took the tissues, drew out a few pieces, and spread them out on the seat. She then took out a few more pieces and was about to lay them out beneath the seat.
Charles' eyes were dark and gloomy. He pulled Sophia and made her stand straight. He gathered the tissues she had laid out, scrunched them into a ball, and handed them to the driver. "Throw them away."
"Okay." At the sight of his sullen face, the driver took the tissues with jelly limbs and hurried toward the trash can not far away.
With Charlesâ aura shrouding her entire being, Sophia frowned, pushed him away with all her might, and stood to one side. She asked sarcastically, "You donât think Iâm dirty anymore?"
Unsure whether she was doing it intentionally or not, she happened to push Charles on his injured lower abdomen just now. Huge beads of sweat ran down his forehead. His good-looking face turned pale in an instant. "I was wrong."
Sophia glanced at him with a grim look on her face and got in the car whilst pressing her lips tightly.
The driver came back after throwing the tissues and saw Charles clutching his lower abdomen. He stepped forward in a haste to hold Charles and asked anxiously, "Are you okay, Mr. Harris?"
"Iâm fine. Let's go," Charles replied faintly, pushing the driver away. He got into the car and sat next to Sophia.
Neither of them talked the whole way.
When they arrived at the hospital, Charles' attending physician and several nurses were fretfully searching for him.
"Mr. Harris, your wound is very deep, so it's better for you to stay in the ward and rest! If you keep running around like that, heavens know when your wounds will ever recover. Itâs fine if it takes longer to recover, but it will spell trouble if the infection worsens!â The doctor walked toward Charles and did his best to convince him.
Sophia kept walking. She went past Charles and the doctor to go back to her ward. She closed the door and locked it from the inside with a click.
Charles watched her disappear from his sight and his pupils darkened further. He then hummed at the doctor absent-mindedly before walking toward Sophia's ward.
He stood outside her ward for a while and raised his hand but put it down again before it even touched the door. After that, he returned to the ward next door.
The doctor watched him leave and sighed heavily. "The rich people I have treated so far are all terribly afraid of death. Why doesnât Mr. Harris care about his life at all?"
"Cough." A nurse darted several glances in Sophia and Charlesâ direction, then lowered her voice to say, "I heard that Mr. Harris was the one who broke Ms. Whiteâs leg. This is one savage man!"
"Everyoneâs talking about it. When Mr. White stabbed Mr. Harris with a knife that day, he did not even evade it! Heâs treating his life as a joke!"
"There are a lot of people out there who are cruel to others, but for someone like Mr. Harris who is also cruel to himself... Honestly, a man like that is pretty terrifying."
They gossiped for a while before parting ways to attend to their own businesses.
Sophia stayed in the hospital for another week. Her attending physician, Dr. Conor, prescribed her with a bunch of medicines and told her that she could now be discharged from the hospital. He reminded her to take her medicines in order to nurse herself back to health.
Charles was in a haste to get discharged on the second day itself because there was something urgent in the company that he needed to deal with.
Sophia heard about this from Yvette. She was not interested to know what he was up to.
"The discharge procedures are completed," Victor said, "I'm really sorry. I have been so busy during this time that I didn't have any time to visit you, Ms. White."
Sophia said faintly, "Youâre too polite, Dr. Hemingway."
"My schedule happens to be pretty empty today. Why donât I send you home, Ms. White?" Victor asked, "Where do you stay, Ms. White?"
There was suddenly a blank look in Sophia's eyes. She could not return to Whiteâs residence nor did she need to work in Dream Club anymore...
There was nowhere she could go.
"I bought a suite at Third Ring Road some time ago. It's not big, just 90 square meters. My initial plan was to stay there next time, but my mother and Aunt Lucy disagree. Right now itâs empty. Why donât you stay there first?" Victor made no mention of her current predicament.
"Thank you for your kindness, Dr. Hemingway, but Iâll pass," Sophia said, "I still donât know what kind of job I want to look for. After I find a job, I plan to rent a place closer to my workplace."
Madam Davis would surely mind if she and Dr. Hemingway were too close to each other.
Victor did not insist either. "Okay, then. Make sure to tell me where you live, Ms. White. Your leg needs to receive regular treatment."
"Thatâs too much of a bother. Just tell me how often I need to come back for treatment and I will come to the hospital to see you, Dr. Hemingway."
Sophia knew very well that Aunt Lucy was the reason why Dr. Hemingway was taking care of her so much. He might even be reluctant to do it.
Victor laughed. "Last time, girls would follow behind me asking for my address and I refused all of them. This time, Iâm trying to get Ms. Whiteâs address and is refused. I guess this is karma?"
"I guess this is me seeking justice for other girls." Sophia smiled.
After chatting for a while, Victor told her to come back to the hospital once a week. He gave her his phone number before hurrying away with a nurse who came to get him.
Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!
ï¤Chapter 186 Iâm Too Tired To Move Sophia had not brought a lot of things with her when she came here, so she entered the elevator with only a backpack. To her surprise, she bumped into Marie who was here to pick her up.
As usual, Marie wore a black professional suit. However, as she had an extraordinary appearance and a curvaceous body, so she managed to attract the attention of many people, She stood out even when she was standing amidst a crowd.
"Over here, Sophia." Marie smiled at Sophia, her peach-blossom eyes shimmering.
Sophia wanted to sneak out with the crowd at first, but Marie suddenly called out to her, so she pursed her lips and walked over.
Marie was seemingly unaware of her reluctance and sashayed out with her. "Mr. Harris reminded me to come early, but someone was causing trouble in the club early in the morning. I ended up being a little late."
When the two got out of the hospital and were about to get in the car, someone called out to them.
"Soph, hold up!" Jenny trotted over, panting. "Youâre not working at Dream Club anymore and have nowhere to stay. Why donât you come home with me?"