Chapter 880


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    Chapter 880 Sympathy


    “But are you sure you’re fully recovered? Why are you leaving in such a hurry? I need to double check


    with the doctor.”


    J was surprised that Draco was able to leave the hospital so soon.


    She wanted to talk to the doctor about it, but Draco stopped her.


    “Don’t bother the doctor,” said Draco. “A few days ago, Brandon sent the best medical team in the area


    here to take care of me. Naturally, I recovered quickly.”


    Draco looked a little tired, but he seemed to be movingfortably and everything else appeared


    normal.


    “Well, I’ll help you pack your things then,” said J. When she noticed him looking out the window


    periodically, she asked, “What are you looking at, Mr. Wesley?”


    “I thought Brandon might havee with you,” Draco replied. “I’d like to thank him in person for all his


    help.” Seeing that the only person standing outside was a female b*odyguard, Draco shifted his gaze


    back inside the room.


    “He’s busy withpany business, so he has no time toe over. Mr. Wesley, please don’t mention


    it anymore. It was my fault originally anyway, and it’s only right that Brandon should help. We’re a


    couple, so…” Before J could finish speaking, a sh of loneliness suddenly crossed Draco’s face.


    Perhaps she’d imagined it. Upon closer inspection, she saw that Draco had regained a calm and


    indifferent expression.


    “I understand,” Draco murmured. “Brandon was willing to do anything to help W Marks for your sake.


    Please p@sson my sincere thanks,” he said, looking at J gently.


    “I will,” J replied. “Mr. Wesley, is there anything else you need packed up?” J closed Draco’s


    suitcase and handed it to Mesue.


    All of a sudden, Dalores appeared outside the door.


    She walked over with a smile, receipt in hand. When Dalores saw J, however, the smile on her


    face froze momentarily. “J?” she said. “You’re back from Northcliffe so soon.”


    Dalores seemed unusually surprised to see J.


    J frowned instinctively. “Why are you here?” she asked Dalores. It looked like a lot of things had


    happened during J’s absence.


    “Mr. Wesley is being discharged from the hospital today,” Dalores replied. “I’m here to help.” Her


    temper seemed to have changed significantly. “By the way,” she said to J, gently, “congrattions


    on helping W Marks get a good reputation at Iridescent Show. I saw the live broadcast. W Marks made


    the right choice by sending you.”


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    J smiled slightly. She was hesitant to believe that Dalores had changed so much.


    “Have you finished the discharge formalities?” asked Draco, interrupting them. He’d heard Dalores’


    voice ande out to exin. “Dalores has been taking care of me these past couple of days. I should


    be thanking her.”


    When Dalores heard his praise, she smiled brightly. “Mr. Wesley, do you have anything else to pack


    up?” she asked. “I’ll go check again and make sure you’re not leaving anything behind.”


    J watched Dalores enter the ward, then turned to Draco. “Mr. Wesley, are you aware of what


    Dalores did earlier?” she asked.


    Draco leaned against the door, his face impassive. “After you left, Dalores came to the hospital, crying


    and begging for my forgiveness. She brought me food every day and took excellent care of me. I didn’t


    talk to her at first but, after a while, I saw how tired she was. Aftering here to take care of me every


    day, she then had to go to work. She finished the studio’s tasks while simultaneously caring for me.


    She showed more consideration than the nursing worker.”


    J was mildly surprised. “I didn’t know you were so soft-hearted,” she said. J had no right to tell


    Draco what to do. But she herself certainly wouldn’t have forgiven Dalores for what she had done.


    “Last night, Dalores stood in the corridor and cried for quite a while,” Draco continued. I came out to


    ask her what was going on. She said she was afraid I was going to kick her out of W Marks. She’d


    offended Mrs. Fuller before, and she had no ce in the design world, so she begged me to take her in


    for the past’s sake.” Draco sighed.


    He believed that Dalores had a kind nature and that she would change, so his attitude towards her had


    softened somewhat.


    “Well, I respect your decisions, Mr. Wesley,” said J. She knew that Draco acted out of kindness, but


    she seriously doubted that Dalores would change. She didn’t say this out loud however.


    Either way, J wouldn’t believe anything Dalores said. She remembered something Zuri had said;


    when Zuri had called W Marks Studio to confirm Draco’s attendance at Iridescent Show, one of the


    designers had told her that Draco wouldn’t be avable.


    Now, J was beginning to suspect that that designer was none other than Dalores.