Camille Strickland also spent a night in the hospital and only learned about what happened last night from her friend the next morning.
âYou mean to say that I was drugged and then passed out?â Camille Strickland exclaimed in surprise.
âYes, yesterday really scared me. I came back from the bathroom and couldnât find you. I called the police, but they didnât accept the case due to the short time. In the end, I had to go to Brian Hart to find you. Fortunately, he helped me find you. If it had been a little later, you might haveâ¦â Valda Theller recounted the scene from yesterday at the hotel.
Camille Strickland shuddered at the thought. Fortunately, Valda Theller came in time, otherwise she would have been in serious trouble!
âBy the way, you said Brian Hart took a knife for you. How is he doing now?â Camille Strickland asked.
âThe doctor said itâs not a big deal, but he needed eleven stitches and will need to stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation,â Valda Theller said.
Camille Strickland was amazed. Eleven stitches, thatâs really a long wound.
murmured.
After all, in this day and age, how many people are willing to take a knife for someone else?
Valda Theller remained silent.
On the other side, in the VIP ward, Mr. and Madam Hart looked at their son lying on the hospital bed with grim faces.
âYou got injured and hospitalized, and you didnât even tell your family. If your father and I hadnât decided to look for you today, were you planning to keep it from us?â Madam Hart said angrily.
Thinking that her son had been stabbed in the waist and abdomen and almost had to undergo surgery, she felt weak in the legs.
They only had one son, and if something really happened to Brian Hart, it would be like the sky falling.
âItâs just a minor injury,â Brian Hart replied calmly.
âA minor injury? You needed eleven stitches for the wound. Is that a minor injury? Whatâs a major injury then? Do you want me and your father to receive a death notice before itâs considered a major injury?â Madam Hart shouted.
The elegant and graceful lady was now losing her composure in the face of her sonâs injury.
âI heard that you were injured for Valda Theller?â Madam Hart changed the subject.
Brian Hart pursed his thin lips. Since his mother asked, it was obvious that she already knew what had happened.
Seeing her son remain silent, Madam Hart continued, âYou brought The Cross Family to the brink of bankruptcy for this woman, and you even took a knife for her. If you really think itâs worth it, I wonât say anything, but youâve already broken up. What does this mean? What are you thinking?â
âI know exactly what Iâm thinking,â Brian Hart said. He just wanted to protect Valda Theller and didnât want anyone to hurt her!
âIf you know, then whyâ¦â Madam Hart was obviously getting angry again, and Mr. Hart quickly patted her shoulder gently. âAlright, Brian Hart has always been sensible and has his own ideas. Donât say anything more.â
âYes, he has been sensible and hasnât caused us any trouble in other matters, but have we had less trouble in matters of the heart over the years?â Madam Hart said.
One Grace, and now thereâs Valda Theller.
She didnât know what her son would have to go through in matters of the heart.
âMom, everything I did for Valda Theller was voluntary and what I wanted to do. She had nothing to do with it, and you shouldnât blame her,â Brian Hart said.
âBlame her?â Madam Hart raised her eyebrows. âAre you afraid that Iâll go and scold her? Youâre injured and hospitalized. Where is she? Even if youâve broken up, she should at least be by your bedside! Your injury was suffered for her. If this were ancient times, she should have offered herself to youâ¦â
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