Chapter 215


    Chapter 215 Agreed to Go to the Old Mansion


    He squinted his attractive eyes, spoke in a slightly maic tone, “If you don’t curse me, I might not be


    too bad.”


    Hehe!


    Wasn’t it said to be a concussion? Howe it looks fine?


    Seeing that he was fine and there was no major issue, I said, “If you’re okay, I have things to do, so I’ll


    leave first.”


    Just as I was about to leave, the man blocked my way. I looked up at him, frowning. “Is there anything


    else?”


    He looked down at me, his voice sounding incredibly pleasant, “Grandma was discharged from the


    hospital today, I have to go pick her up in a bit. If she asks about this injury, what should I tell her?”


    I frowned, feeling displeased in my heart, but I held it in, patiently saying, “Just tell me what you want


    me to do.”


    Seeing my impatience, he wisely backed off and said, “Apany me to pick up grandma from the


    hospital and move to the old house.”


    “I could apany you to pick up grandma from the hospital, but as for living in the old house, I’ve told


    you, we’re already divorced. Grandma will have to know about some things sooner orter.” I really


    didn’t understand why he had to make things soplicated when it could have been exined in one


    sentence.


    He squinted his eyes, didn’t respond, but instead fell silent for a while before suddenly saying


    indifferently, “Since you don’t want to go, then go about your business.”


    After speaking, the tall and broad figure turned and left directly. I was stunned for a moment, frowning


    involuntarily. Did this person just agree so easily?


    Watching him walk away, all that was left for me was a bandaged back of the head. I pursed my lips,


    didn’t think much, and left the hospital.


    Downstairs at the hospital, I had just started the car.


    The phone rang, it was a call from the olddy of the Hinton family.


    I answered the phone and, out of politeness, I began, “Grandma, are you feeling better?”


    The voice of the olddy came from the other end of the phone, “Much better, I can be discharged


    today, Tabatha, what are you busy with now? Walter said you just came to the hospital and left, did you


    have a fight with Walter?”


    I said earlier, wondering why Walter suddenly left. It turned out he went to see the olddy.


    I moistened my lips, suppressing the urge to criticize the man. After a moment of thought, I said, “No, I


    didn’t argue with him. I just have some things to take care of. Grandma, I’m sorry, I might not be able to


    “It’s okay, it’s okay, you go about your business, I’m fine.” The olddy repeated I’m fine’ several times,


    paused and said, “Tabatha, when you’re done with your work,e back to the old house for dinner.


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    I’ve arranged for Dale to tidy up the yard. It will be livelier when you bothe back in the evening,


    okay?”


    The olddy’s tone was soft, and it wasn’t hard to detect the pleading in her voice. I was never good at


    refusing people, so I could only respond with a hum over the phone.


    The phone call ended, and I had a bit of a headache. At this point, having agreed to go to the Hinton


    family with the olddy, I was afraid I would be expected to live in the old house, seeing Walter all the


    time, and even sharing a bed with him.


    Already divorced, yet still entangled like this, it increasingly annoys


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    Taking a deep breath, I couldn’t think of a way to refuse for a moment. The olddy had just been


    discharged from the hospital, and I couldn’t guarantee whether she would get sick because of me if I


    messed up. I’m not a good person, but I don’t want to be such a bad person either.


    Although feeling frustrated inside, I could only take one step at a time for the moment.


    Feeling empty, I drove away from the hospital and went to Rachel’s apartment.


    Having been out all night, I was immediately hit by a strong, pungent smell of alcohol as soon as I


    pushed the door open, causing me to cough uncontrobly. After suppressing my cough, I looked


    around. The food I had prepared before leaving yesterday was still untouched on the dining table.


    There were quite a few bottles of alcohol on the coffee table in the living room, and Rachel was


    sprawled out on the sofa.


    Clearly, she had gotten herself drunkst night.


    Judging by the situation, I pinched the bridge of my nose, fetched a nket from the bedroom to cover


    her, tidied up the room, and went to the kitchen to make some hangover soup.


    When Rachel woke up, it was already two in the afternoon. She squinted, her entire person looking


    haggard and swollen from a hangover. It took her a good while to focus her gaze on me, her voice


    hoarse as she said, “You’re back.”


    I ced the hangover soup in front of her and said, “Drink some, it’ll soothe your stomach.”


    She didn’t say much, she just lifted it up and drank it.


    Seeing that she seemed better, I said, “Staying at home all this time isn’t good for you. Why don’t you


    go back to work at the newspaper?”


    She rubbed her brow, saying, “Let’s talk about itter. Have Auntie Eileen and Mr. Borseth returned?”


    I shook my head, noticing that she seemed unwilling to talk more with me. I couldn’t help but sigh


    slightly in my heart, paused for a moment, and said, “Are you nning to continue being angry with me


    like this?”


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