chapter 1314


    Dior held Harry by the waist and helped him to leave.


    "I’m fine, don''t worry," said Harry softly, but his eyes were on Sonia, who was not too far away.


    Nobody knew if he was reassuring Sonia or Dior.


    Sonia, however, thought he meant it for her.


    As her eyes reddened and with an aching heart, she desperately wanted to go after him when a hand


    landed on her shoulder.


    "If you leave now, I''ll make you regret it."


    Sonia bit her lip and was rooted at the spot, but nothing could stop her from crying.


    The man gently reached out his puffy hand to wipe off her tears. "You''re the birthday girl-you don''t look


    good when you cry." i


    He then led her away from the scene.


    Dior helped Harry to get inside the car, and her eyes reddened in worry at the sight of his bleeding


    waist.


    Harry leaned against the seat, his handsome face turning pale due to massive blood loss.


    "I’m sorry, Harry," fretted Dior. "Please, hold on. We’ll be at the hospital soon!"


    Harry looked at her calmly. "Don''t look at me. Keep your eyes on the road, and drive carefully."


    Dior sniffled and looked ahead. She sped up.


    By the time they got to the hospital, he had already fainted.


    After running through a series of checkups, the doctor found out that the knife had beenced with


    poison.


    The poison was so severe that it ced Harry''s life at stake.


    Dior''s heart clenched with guilt.


    She would have beaten that man had she not been so yful. Harry would not have gotten hurt!


    She instantly requested the best doctor to treat him.


    The operation went throughout the night as Dior paced back and forth anxiously outside the room.


    The operating light went off when the sky turned brighter. The doctor walked out.


    She walked up to him anxiously. "How was it? Is he okay?" "The operation is sessful. We''ll wait for


    the patient to wake up."


    Dior was more relieved. ''Thank you."


    Following that, she stayed at Harry’s bedside until he woke up at night.


    Dior looked at him, joy written all over her. "You''re finally awake! You scared me!"


    Harry looked around the room, and when he noticed she was the only one, his eyes dulled slightly in


    disappointment.


    He nced at Dior. "I''m stubborn. I don’t die easily."


    Seeing that he had regained his prideful self, Dior finally felt relieved.


    She asked, "You must be hungry, aren’t you? What would you like to eat? I’ll get it for you." "No need."


    He thought of the things that awaited him to sort out in thepany, Harry stood up from the bed in


    pain and said, "I''ve got other things to attend to. I’ll leave now."


    Dior was unable to make sense of it. She pressed her hand on her shoulder and did not want him to


    move.


    "You just woke up, and it''s already night time. What are you busy with, making money? How much do


    you want? I''ll pay you! Don’t underestimate your physical needs!"


    Harry looked up at her.


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    Noticing how still he was, Dior continued, "Just listen to me. Stay here, and recuperate properly.


    However much you''re earning, once you leave the hospital, I''ll pay you ten times." 1


    Harry was speechless.


    Whatever.


    He needed rest, anyway.