Chapter 142

About an hour later, the operating theater doors opened.

The moment they did, Megan’s body stiffened and she instinctively glanced at Charles. She was terrified that he would rush over to Sophia now and cause her emotions to run rampant again.

However, Charles just looked toward the operating theater for a while without moving. Eventually, he asked the doctor who had emerged from the room, “How is she?”

“It’s nothing serious.” The doctor took off his mask and wiped the sweat from his brow. “The only problem is that Ms. White is simply too feeble. She needs some proper rest. If you happen to know anyone who’s at loggerheads with her, you should advise them to stay away from her for the next few days.”

When she heard that, Megan gulped and stole a glance at Charles. At her last look, he just happened to be looking her way too. Her entire body went cold and she hastily lowered her head, too afraid to peek anymore.

“...Alright.” Charles looked into the operating theater for a bit longer, his well-defined fingers clenching into a brief fist before unclenching again. Then, he turned and walked toward the elevators.

Megan watched him leave, her spine relaxing slightly. Her nerves were still taut, though.

“You’re Megan Zander, right?” Charles suddenly turned around and asked her.

“Huh?” Megan’s heart skipped a beat and she immediately straightened her back again. Her voice shook slightly as she said, “Yes, I’m Megan Zander. M-e-g-a-n.”

“I see.” Charles said calmly, “Take half a month off.”

With that, he strode into the elevator.

It was only when the elevator doors closed that Megan finally recovered. Did Mr. Harris really just give her half the month off out of the blue? Was it because he wanted her to take care of Sophia?

She pushed some strands of hair behind her ear, mumbling something under her breath as she followed the nurse who was wheeling Sophia back to her room.

Perhaps the anesthesia had not worn off yet, but Sophia was still fast asleep. Megan reckoned that she might have made much ado over nothing. If she had known that Sophia would be out cold, she would not have said those disrespectful things to Mr. Harris earlier.

Ding!

The elevator reached the ground floor.

Charles alighted from it and bumped into Leah at the hospital doors as he was leaving. She was sitting in her wheelchair, a bouquet of flowers on her knee. The person standing behind her wheelchair was not William, but a servant of the Joneses.

“Hi, Charles,” Leah called out gently. “Are you here to visit Sophia too?”

Charles gave her a look and tugged at the corners of his mouth. He replied to her question with one of his own, “How did you know I’m here?”

“Huh?” There was a flash of surprise on Leah’s pretty face, followed by a smile. “I think you might have misunderstood something, Charles. I’m here at the hospital today to visit Sophia, not to see you.”

Charles snorted softly, then turned and walked away without a word. There was no hesitation at all in his motions.

“Charles!” Leah frowned a little, but soon her brow eased up. She called out to him, “I want to visit Sophia, yes, but there’s also a small matter I’d like to discuss with you.”

Charles stopped and turned around. However, he did not walk back to her, instead looking at her from a distance with a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Did Walter tell you I’m here?”

Walter was the Harrises’ driver. Since Charles’ mother would not tell Leah where he was, Walter would be the only remaining option.

“I’m looking for you for something, so I just asked Walter. Don’t overthink it.” Leah sighed softly, a hint of exasperation in her eyes.

Charles chuckled. “I’m overthinking? You always seem to know where I am. Are you in contact with Walter?”

“I just told you not to overthink it, and now you’re accusing Walter of something so serious! How could you do that to him?” Leah bit her lip and chastised him.

Charles stood facing her with the light behind his back. His face was shrouded in shadow, and she could not read his expression at all.

“There’s something I want to talk to you about after I visit Sophia. Are you free?” Leah gently broke the silence between them.

Charles did not answer yes or no, saying instead, “You shouldn’t visit her these days.”

“Are you afraid that I’ll do something to her?” Leah gave him a bitter smile. “Sophia used to be my friend, after all, and there are so many people at the hospital. I couldn’t cause her any harm even if I wanted to.

“How could you think me so cruel, Charles? That hurts.”

Charles raised his eyes slightly, a faint irony on his brow. “All you have to do to cause her harm is to show up in front of her.”

Leah stiffened, the bitterness in her eyes deepening again.

She did not say anything, but the maid behind her could not hold it in any longer. “Mr. Harris, after Ms. White did something so horrible to Ms. Leah, not only did our Ms. Leah generously decide to drop charges, she even came all the way here to sincerely visit Ms. White at the hospital.

“That’s why, how could you accuse her of something like that? That’s mean and terrible!!!”

Charles gave the maid a casual glance, and the previously furious maid instantly lowered her head, too afraid to meet his gaze. However, the frustration and anger in her expression remained.

He cocked his head slightly, his gaze landing on Leah instead as he said slowly, “There are only three types of people who could so generously forgive someone who tried to kill them and even treat their would-be murderer nicely after that. You have to be either a saint, a two-faced villain, or an idiot.”

He bent down and met Leah’s eyes directly, saying each word clearly, “But I don’t think you’re a saint or an idiot, Leah.”

Leah’s smile nearly faltered. She bit her lip, tears rising in her eyes and making her look especially enchanting. “Charles, you...”

“You want to talk to me about something, right? Come on.” Charles did not give her another look, pulling his gaze back and turning to walk out.

“Miss, Mr. Harris is falsely accusing you!” The maid stared at Charles’ back, full of indignant fury, but she kept her voice pressed low in case the man in front of them could hear her.

Leah smiled, saying gently but sadly, “Don’t say that. Charles isn’t that kind of a man.”

As she said that, she turned her wheelchair and headed out of the hospital.

The maid looked at the flowers on her knee and said hesitantly, “So... are we not visiting Ms. White anymore?”

Leah’s wheelchair stopped, and she picked up the flowers from her knee, handing them to her maid. “Throw them away. They smell a tad too strong.

We’ll buy some other flowers and visit Sophia some other time.”

“Oh, okay.” The maid went back to pushing Leah’s wheelchair, saying with a frown, “If you ask me, a murderer like Sophia isn’t worth you visiting her anyway. She’s completely heartless, and you can’t change that no matter how hard you try!”

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Leah smiled slightly and said softly, “Even so, she used to be my friend. Even if she goes low, I have to go high.”

It was almost six in the evening. The two of them went into the nearest Japanese restaurant.

Leah ordered a bunch of food and then said to Charles, “I’ve already ordered most of the things you like, Charles. Is there anything else you want to add?”

“No,” Charles said.

With some people, ordering food would only be a waste because you would not be in the mood to enjoy anything.