Chapter 225 The Person I Thought Of At The Critic...


    Charles''s POV:


    Ever since Scarlett''s ident, I had been sleeping lightly.


    I woke up early in the morning today, right after the crack of dawn. I studied Scarlett''s sleeping face,


    and reached out to touch her soft hair.


    What happened between us? Only when Scarlett was asleep would she stay with me obediently


    and stop saying such hurtful words, or insist on how much she wanted to leave me.


    My phone rang, interrupting my train of thoughts. I picked it up and answered the call, and then


    headed to the ward downstairs.


    Inside, I was greeted with the sight of Spencer lying weakly on the bed. His face was pale and


    bloodless, all color gone. His right foot was covered in a ster, unable to move at all. David and


    Vivian were in the ward as well, apanying him.


    "What on earth happened?" I frowned, my brows furrowed slightly.


    "The patient downed a whole bottle of wine and then insisted on having a car race. Sadly, he


    crashed before he managed to drive out of the parking lot. The result is as you see." Vivian spread


    out her hands casually as she exined the situation at hand, her face filled with mockery.


    "Hey! I was on the road at the gate of the parking lot! Strictly speaking, I''ve already driven out of the


    parking lot when it happened!" Spencer was still loud and talkative despite his injured foot.


    "Well, you should feel lucky that you crashed into the gate of the parking lot. If you really made it to


    the main road, you''d be a corpse right now." Vivian shot him a disapproving nce, her eyes cold.


    "Don''t curse me like that, woman!"


    I was slightly puzzled. What was wrong with Spencer, exactly?


    Did he end up like this because he found out that something happened to Scarlett?


    "Didn''t you say you''ve prepared a birthday gift for Scarlett yesterday? Where is it?" I chimed in,


    interrupting the quarrel between the two.


    "Oh, no! It''s still in the car!" Spencer came to his senses immediately after I asked. He looked


    regretful. "Darn it! What bad luck!"


    "Why on earth did you go for a race after drinking? That''s dangerous, and illegal. Are you aware of


    what you''ve done?" David was confused, curious as to why Spencer had done something so


    foolhardy.


    Everyone in the ward, including myself, fixed our eyes on Spencer. He turned his head sideways,


    looking somewhat uneasy, and then shot an awkward nce at Vivian.


    "I... I confessed my love to himst night," Vivian finally muttered quietly. I could hear a slight


    bitterness in her tone.


    She confessed her love for Spencer?


    This revtion made me smug.


    To think Spencer would encounter such a girl problem! This went beyond my expectations.


    "You know, Spencer. Since Vivian has taken the initiative to exin... How about you man up and


    say something? Do you have feelings for her as well?" David couldn''t help but ask, still uncertain.


    Spencer, however, didn''t say a word. He simply lowered his head, as if it was his head rather than


    his foot that was injured.


    His reaction turned Vivian''s face pale. She bit her lips, depressed, but quickly forced a smile on her


    face a secondter.


    "Well, you guys take care of him. I''m leaving."


    So saying, Vivian rose from her seat and strode out of the hospital, disappearing soon after.


    "Okay, she''s gone. Now, can you tell us the truth?" David reached to pat Spencer on the back. He


    was quite rough with his movements, and caused Spencer to scream in pain.


    "Hey, man! I''m a patient now!" Spencer protested, trying to squeeze out pity from us.


    He let out a dejected sigh before he started to confide to us. "To tell you the truth, when my car


    crashed at the parking lot... All I could think about was one person."


    He raised his eyes timidly, and an inexplicable heat rose, coloring his pale face red.


    "It... it was Vivian. At that critical moment, I could only think of her. After I was injured, I immediately


    called her."


    "God, you''re such an idiot." David shook his head, aggravated. He was annoyed that Spencer didn''t


    live up to his expectations. He raised his hand to hit Spencer, but in the end, he thought against it.


    "Isn''t it obvious? You''ve fallen in love with Vivian! Look, don''t keep her in suspense anymore. Tell


    her how you feel."


    David''s words pushed Spencer into heavy silence. Spencer kept mum, saying nothing.


    "Why are you still hesitating?" I said lightly, gazing at Spencer. "If you really love her, go and


    confess your love to her as soon as possible."


    If he let Vivian go, I was certain he would regret it immensely.


    Scarlett''s POV:


    My wound suddenly stung with slight itchiness. The difort awoke me, and I rose from my


    slumber grumpily. I had a strong urge to scratch my wound. But after thinking it through, I withdrew


    my hand and held back that urge.


    I opened my eyes and looked around my ward, only to realize that Charles wasn''t by my side.


    Without him around, my spirits rose. I rxed, feeling calm.


    Last night was so frustrating. I couldn''t give Charles the answer he wanted, and he was unwilling to


    give up. It felt like we were both hedgehogs. Though we were eager to embrace each other... Once


    we got close, our spikes would stab each other and we both ended up getting hurt.


    Despite that, we were still greedy for each other''s warmth.


    Fortunately, Charles wasn''t with me now and I could let my guard down. I could enjoy my breakfast


    in a rxed mood.


    Later when I had finished eating, Tracy appeared to clean up the dishes. While she bustled about,


    she delivered some shocking news new to me.


    "What? Spencer got into a car ident, and Charles went downstairs to visit him early in the


    morning?"


    What was going on? How did Spencer get into a car ident out of the blue?


    Concerned for him, I made my way downstairs in a hurry to see him.


    As soon as I reached downstairs, I ran into Vivian, who was about to leave the hospital. She looked


    tired and worn out, and seemed preupied with something. She didn''t even notice me nearby.


    "Vivian! Are you okay?" I asked worriedly, rushing forward and stopping her.


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    Vivian stopped and turned around. When she saw me, she forced a bitter smile. "I''m fine, Scarlett.


    Spencer''s the one who got into the ident. He wanted to race cars after drinking, and ended up


    with a broken leg. He''s lying on the bed now."


    True, Spencer was the one who got injured from the ident. But now that I saw how awful Vivian


    looked, I was more worried about her. But before I could question her any further, she left in a hurry.


    Left with no choice, I moved away and entered Spencer''s ward. Sure enough, Charles was here.


    David was also in the ward.


    "Hello, Scarlett. Looks like you''ve got better." David walked up to me and narrowed his eyes as he


    observed me carefully from head to toe. Finally, a relieved look appeared on his face. "I


    was really worried when I heard that you were attacked."


    "Me too!" Spencer added. "That Lucia! She actually dared tomit murder in broad daylight. She


    deserves to be locked up in prison for the rest of her life!"


    I couldn''t help butugh. Listening to Spencer''s energetic voice, I knew he was fine.


    "Happy birthday, Scarlett." Seeing my smile, Spencer continued, "It''s just, my birthday gift for you is


    still in the car. I don''t know if it''s damaged or not."


    David smiled at Spencer''s words, amused.


    "I''m still here, Scarlett?" Charles, who had been neglected all this while, suddenly opened his mouth


    to speak. He was gritting his teeth, his annoyance obvious.


    The atmosphere in the ward suddenly dropped a few degrees colder.


    It was so typical of Charles! He was the one who came here to visit a patient, but of course, he just


    had to make sure that all the attention was on him.


    My eyes swept pass Charles as I ignored his sulky outburst, resting on David.


    "It''s great that you''re here, David. I actually wanted to invite you to be a guest for our next show.


    What do you think?"


    David said politely, smiling, "It''s my honor, Scarlett."


    Spencer chimed in excitedly, "I want to go too! Even if I have to sit on a wheelchair, I still want to


    go!"


    At this point, Charles''s face was now covered with ayer of frost. His sharp, hawk-like eyes fell on


    David.


    David understood the hint. He smiled and added, "How about all three of us go to your show?"


    "There''s no need for Charles to be in the show." I shook my head deliberately. "He''s not a sponsor.


    It''s inappropriate for him to appear in my show with you two. Besides, I think you and Spencer are


    will be just perfect."


    This only served to intensify Charles''s burning anger. He rubbed his hair irritably, like a lion whose


    food had been snatched away forcefully. Seeing him so angry filled me with satisfaction.


    "But you see, Scarlett. Charles is the most outstanding young man in our generation," David


    commented gently, trying to smooth things over. "Then he''ll have to wait until next year. We already


    have enough guests for this year," I said casually, waiting eagerly for Charles''s next response.


    "I don''t care!" Charles, unable to stand it anymore, exploded in anger. He stood up, furious, and


    stormed out of the ward in that instant.


    His tantrum almost made me burst intoughter.