Charles did not even glance at the ward and brought her to a doctor to treat the wound on her face.
After the wound was treated, Charles took her hand without a word and walked out.
Sophia frowned and swung his hand away. âWonât you regret doing this?â
"Why should I regret?" Charles asked, lowering his gaze to look at the emerging slap marks on her face. "Who did this? Grandpaâs men or Mr.
Phillipsâ men?"
Sophia furrowed her brows so hard that a vertical wrinkle had formed. She stressed her words, "You don't need to do this."
After a pause, she added, "I will never forgive you."
"... You must be tired after the entire ordeal, right?" A dim glow flickered in Charles' eyes, but it went back to normal in no time. "Let's go."
He reached out in an attempt to pull her.
Sophia pulled her hand back, avoiding his touch. "I'm going to check my leg. You go on ahead."
Having said that, she started toward one side of the corridor.
Charles pursed his lips, ran his fingers several times through his hair that was messed up from the running earlier, and followed her at every step.
Sophia was only making an excuse when she said that she wanted to check her leg. She simply did not want to be around Charles.
Sophia frowned when she realized that he was treading on her heels at this moment. In the end, she could not stand it anymore. "Why are you following me?"
"Iâll keep you company." Her figure was reflected in his pupils. His eyes were dark and dim like an endless abyss trying to draw someone in.
Sophia was not used to him staring at her like that. She dropped her eyes to avoid his gaze. Her tone sounded slightly softer now. Even so, it was not at all pleasant either. "No. You should go back. I will return when Dr. Hemingway is done checking my leg."
Charles did not move, and his eyes continued to lock on her like magnets.
Sophia frowned at his reaction.
"You worked with Grandpa to leave me. How am I supposed to trust that you will return?" Charles said, his voice sounding slightly hoarse. His eyes were slightly bloodshot.
Sophia pursed her lips and put on a sullen expression. She said no more. Then, she turned around and walked in the opposite direction.
Charles followed behind her, taking off his suit jacket and draping it over her. The white blouse underneath was almost completely soaked through as it glued tightly to his body.
Seeing that she was about to take it off, he said, âIf you catch a cold, it may trigger your pulmonary edema again. You donât have to torture yourself even if you hate me."
Sophia glanced at the suit jacket that was draped over her body, then glanced at the two prominent red dots in front of his body. She frowned without a word.
The two entered Victor's office.
In the office, there was a beautiful woman in a patientâs attire apart from Victor. Sophia recalled seeing this beautiful woman before. Dr. Hemingway had addressed her as Ms. Florence. She was a dancer.
When he saw Sophia coming in, Victor nodded to greet them before pointing to the chairs on the side, motioning her and Charles to wait for a moment.
Sophia had been through a lot the whole day. Moreover, her nerves were still tense. She was mentally and physically exhausted, so she headed straight for the chair and sat down.
Charles looked slightly unwell but did not take a seat and stood next to her instead. He locked his eyes on her.
When he had arrived at the crash site, Sophia was already gone. The man in the front passenger seat had died from excessive blood loss before the ambulance arrived.
He could not even imagine what would have happened if Sophia had been the one sitting in the front passenger seat... He clenched his fists, the expression on his face changing unpredictably.
His stare made Sophia uncomfortable. "Thereâs a chair there. You can sit there."
Charles glanced at the chair, then moved the chair to her side, sat down, and continued to stare at her.
"Dr. Hemingway." Ms. Florence looked coy and shy. "I accidentally cut my leg while dancing. How many days do you think I should be hospitalized for?"
Victor withdrew his gaze from Sophia and Charles, sighed lightly, and said, "Thank heavens you came quickly."
After hearing what he said, the coy and shy look on Ms. Florenceâs face turned into fright at once. âHow... Howâs my injury?â
"This wound would have healed if you came a little later," Victor said.
Ms. Florence's face flushed at once as she mumbled about something.
âFrom now on, donât come to the hospital if youâre fine, Ms. Florence." Victorâs expression looked slightly cold. "Do you know how many patients out there are waiting in line to receive treatment and waiting to be admitted? Youâre just wasting medical resources right now!"
Ms. Florence was only a girl in her early 20s. She looked like a student. After getting reprimanded by him, she was so embarrassed that her eyes turned pink as tears started trickling down.
"Iâm... I'm sorry." She apologized awkwardly and walked out while wiping the tears from her face.
Sophia watched as she ran away and recalled the times she used to pester and follow Charles stubbornly. Despite her shamelessness, Charles would still agree to her request with a sullen expression in the end. Only then would he warn her that that would be the last time.
"How has your leg been the last couple of days?" Victor stood up, sauntered over to Sophia, and bent down, lifting up her skirt.
Charles frowned imperceptibly at his actions and got up subconsciously. Then, under Sophia and Victor's stares, he sat down again.
"Itâs okay." After recalling what Victor said to Ms. Florence earlier, Sophia said, "It has only been five days since my last check-up. I remembered the wrong date. Please go ahead and receive other patients, Dr. Hemingway. I will come back two days later."
When she faked her pulmonary edema previously, her attending doctor, Doctor Conor, and several other nurses who came to give her emergency treatment were infuriated as well. They had called her out for wasting medical resources.
Sophia got up to leave but was pressed back down by Victor again. "Youâre already here anyway, Ms. White. We can do your check-up today as well."
"Will this disrupt your schedule, Dr. Hemingway?" Sophia asked.
Victor raised his head and grinned at her. The dimples on his cheeks were very deep. "No."
Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!
ï¤Chapter 230 Itâs All My Fault As he watched the interaction between the two, Charlesâ eyelashes trembled a few times. He asked indifferently, "Do you think my girlfriendâs leg is healing well, Dr. Hemingway?â
When he saw Victor's hand caressing Sophia's leg here and there, he placed his fingers on the armrest and tapped a few times.
"This is just a preliminary examination. Weâre not in the recovery process yet." The arc hanging on Victor's mouth diminished considerably when he was talking to him. "Ms. White's leg is doing much better than I thought."
Sophia's eyes lit up after hearing what he said. She wanted to ask Victor if that meant that her leg would heal, but she merely opened her mouth without saying anything in the end.
She was worried that the greater she hoped, the greater the disappointment she would face.
"Will her leg heal?" Charles asked.
Victor put down Sophia's skirt, stood up, and glanced down at him, saying, âIf you hadnât used so much force back then, then she would certainly recover. Judging from her condition right now, however, I canât guarantee anything."
The glimmer in Sophia's eyes vanished slightly.
"You just said her leg was doing much better than you thought." Charles frowned.
Victor raised his hand and smoothed out the wrinkles on his doctorâs overall. "I guess I can say that itâs doing much better than I thought seeing that it has progressed from terrible to bad."