Chapter 93 Car ident


    Charles'' POV:


    Iy on the bed with my eyes closed in the VIP ward of the hospital as I listened to Spencer


    answering a phone call for me. He was exaggerating so much that I could not help but frown. His


    words could not fool anyone but that silly woman.


    Once he hung up the phone, he threw the phone to me, and said with a mischievous smile, "Dude,


    don''t pretend to be asleep. We know how excited you get over Scarlett''s calls."


    I opened my eyes and looked at him expressionlessly. "You are being too noisy."


    "Hey! How can you say something like that to the one who is helping you?" Spencerined


    loudly as he slumped on the couch like an angry child.


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    "What did she say?" I asked, suppressing my impatience.


    He sat cross-legged, humming a song as if he didn''t hear me.


    I looked at him in disbelief and was about to drive him out.


    Noticing my anger, Spencer stopped pretending and approached me with a smile. "As for Scarlett''s


    reaction, she is naturally very anxious."


    I could not help but sneer at Scarlett''s selfdeception. She had always cared a lot about me while


    pretending to be indifferent.


    "Scarlett likes you," Spencer added.


    "She doesn''t believe me, though," I said crossly. Scarlett has always tried to push me away as if she


    hadbeled me as someone that she needed to keep away from.


    "It would only be strange if Scarlett believes you. Think of what you did before, and the thing about


    Rita. I feel that you need to sort things out as soon as you can," Spencer said in a sincere tone.


    All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door.


    "Hurry! It must be Scarlett! Close your eyes." Urging me to pretend like I was sleeping weakly,


    Spencer walked to the door.


    I had no choice but to close my eyes in order to cooperate with his performance. As soon as the


    door was opened, I heard Scarlett''s voice. She seemed to be panting, so I guessed that she must


    have run upstairs.


    "How is Charles?" she asked anxiously.


    Spencer sighed as he replied, "He''s not in a good condition. Please take good care of Charles,


    Scarlett."


    Although she did not say anything, I could sense how depressed she was. Joy filled up in my heard


    when I realized that she felt sad for me. After all, it was proof that she still cared for me.


    Spencer said a few more words to her before he walked out of the ward. Scarlett walked towards


    my bed slowly and I tried my best to hold back my emotions as I kept my eyes closed.


    "Charles," Scarlett called me softly as she tucked me in.


    I continued to pretend like I was asleep.


    Holding my hand, she murmured to herself, "Charles, don''t scare me. Even though we are nning


    to get divorced, I still can''t bear to see you hurt or in danger. When I heard that you met with a car


    ident, I realized that I still have some feelings for you. I used to love you so much that I was


    even willing to die for you. But you kept leaving me again and again for Rita. I used to wish that you


    would take a look at me, but you never stopped for me. I''m tired, Charles, and I don''t want to wait


    for you anymore. It''s a hopeless path for me to walk on, and I can''t trust you with my heart once


    again. I hope you understand."


    Her words made me so anxious and flustered. What did she mean by she was tired, and that she


    could never trust me again? Since I could not afford to let her even think about leaving me, I opened


    my eyes.


    With tears in her eyes, she smiled at me, which indicated that she was happy to see that I was


    awake.


    "How did you know that I was hurt? Who told you toe here?" I asked her, pretending to be


    surprised.


    "Spencer told me, and it is good that you''re alright." Mumbling that, she sighed, so I could not


    clearly hear her words. She poked my arm and looked at me nervously. "Can you feel this?"


    I looked at her in silence, unable to understand what was on her mind. Why was she still insisting


    on divorcing me if she really cared about me?


    "How did the car ident happen?" Scarlett asked, looking at me in a daze.


    "Are you asking because you still care for me?" I asked her directly in an attempt to force her to


    reveal her true feelings.


    "Of course, I do." Scarlett nodded without hesitation. "Even if we are going to divorce, we used to be


    married. Or at the very least, we grew up like siblings."


    "If that''s what you want to say, then you can leave now." I gritted my teeth. I was so furious that I


    almost choked on my breath.


    "I am not going to leave," Scarlett muttered in a low voice like a spoiled brat.


    Ignoring her, I closed my eyes as I thought, ''If it''s out of sight, then it''s out of mind.''


    Without saying anything, she kept herself busy that whole morning. She tucked me in, closed the


    window, and even watered the nts in the ward.


    "Enough!" I couldn''t help but ask her to stop.


    "So you weren''t sleeping," Scarlett said in surprise, looking at me. "What would you like for lunch?


    I''m going to order something to eat."


    "I don''t want to eat. You can leave now." I tried to drive her out coldly, not wanting to ept her


    kindness. The kindness that she was showing me now would make it easier for her to leave me in


    the future because she would have no burden in her heart then.


    "Charles, don''t be like that. I understand that you are emotionally unstable now. But you need to eat


    or else your wounds won''t heal quickly," she said to me softly.


    She seldom acted this gentle and patient in front of me. Licking my dry lips, I remained silent.


    She seemed to be very happy when she saw that I was not showing resistance anymore. She kept


    mumbling about all the foods that I should avoid while she ordered something for us to eat.


    Scarlett then poured me a ss of water, but theisant look in her eyes made me doubt her


    motivation.


    I took the ss from her, drank a sip of water, and looked at her coldly. "Why don''t you leave? Are


    you really so kind as to stay here and take care of me?"


    "Of course, I am going to stay here to take care of you." There was a gentleness in her tone, and


    the next second, she patted herself on the forehead and added, "Oh, I almost forgot."


    I raised my eyebrows. It was obvious that she had something to ask me.


    "Charles, it''s about the director of the TV station." She seemed to be troubled, like she was at a loss


    for words.


    "I know what you are going to say. You have to understand that if it weren''t for him, then you


    wouldn''t have gone to that dinner, so the director is still the cause of this problem. The clueless


    ones may not be entirely innocent. And in my opinion, there is no difference between a murderer


    and his aplice." The fact that Scarlett was so forgiving to everyone except for me made me


    feel ufortable. Even after she was harassed by those people, she was still standing up for


    them.


    "But they have already knelt down and asked for forgiveness, so please, try giving them a second


    chance." Scarlett pulled my sleeve with an embarrassed look in her eyes.


    "If I knelt down now and begged you not to divorce me, then will you give me a second chance


    too?" I was keeping a tough attitude as I did not want to give in. After all, I believed that they must


    pay the price for bullying my beloved woman.


    Scarlett gave me an aggrieved look before she hung her head in silence.


    My heart softened again and I tried to ask her in a gentle tone, "Tell me first, why did your director


    invite you to dinner? And why did you ept his invitation?"


    "It''s... the study abroad thing," Scarlett murmured, grabbing onto my sleeve. I could tell that she was


    nervous because whenever she felt nervous, she would grab onto something.


    "Why didn''t you tell me? Were you afraid that I might make you lose your chance to go abroad? Or


    are you that eager to leave me?" I asked coldly as my heart sank deeper and deeper.


    "No, since we were going to divorce, I thought that there was no need for me to discuss it with you."


    Scarlett seemed to be at a loss as she slowly looked at me. It was certainly not what I wanted to


    hear from her.


    "Are you done now? If you are, then please get out." I was angry, but I knew that I did not deserve


    to make her stay for me because everything that I had done until now was worthless in her eyes.


    "And as for the director, I hope you can let him go," Scarlett said again, not caring about my attitude


    or feelings.


    Seeing that, I couldn''t help but feel discouraged.


    "Scarlett, you don''t care about me at all."


    While I was in a stalemate with Scarlett, Rita walked into the room.