Chapter 525

Chapter 525

Ezekiel looked particularly depressed. When I saw him close his eyes, my heart skipped a beat. I didn't

know if he just wanted to sleep or was slipping into a coma...

I asked softly, "Ezekiel, do you want to sleep?"

He didn't open his eyes but just replied to me lightly, "It's the anesthesia... I'll rest for a while. You can

go home first if you're tired, Miss."

I remembered what the doctor said and replied, "I'm not in a hurry to go. I'll wait for Waylen to come

over before leaving. Just let me know if you need anything."

Ezekiel said mildly, "Thank you, Miss."

Seeing that his eyes were closed and he didn't need me to do anything, I took out my phone and sent

Gary a message. 'I promised Ezekiel.'

Gary asked me back, 'What did you promise him?'

'That I will do my best and use my connections to help him in Bryxton in the future, so when he comes

to you for something, you should help him as much as possible, as long as you don't violate our

principles. You don't have to report this to me.'

Gary replied, 'Mr. Hastings won't trouble you, President Felix.'

Uh? Does that mean I was being too unnecessary?

I didn't reply to Gary's message anymore. Anyway, I had already given the instructions. Whether

Ezekiel used my contacts was his own business as long as there was no debt of gratitude between him

and me!

When I was about to put away my phone, Gary sent me another message. 'President Felix, Mr.

Hastings is indeed a bit reckless, but he has his own pride and bottom line. You are his bottom line.

Hence, he will never ask you to help him.'

What Gary said made it seem like Ezekiel and I knew each other very well as if I was a very important

person in Ezekiel's heart. But I had only met him a few times. I thought about it carefully and realized

that Gary's words were over the line. The same was true of Waylen. He actually asked me to

concentrate on driving in the car. I was truly surprised by his cold attitude. Although Shawn asked him

to accompany me, he left first!

These two assistants...

Although I knew in my heart that they were people who had served Ezekiel for a long time, it was too

presumptuous of them to be so blatant in front of their new master!

I didn't really mind, but Shawn…

Well, I could forgive them for now. But how could they not mess up in the future? If they got caught by

Shawn, I wouldn't help them beg for mercy!

Sighing, I put away the phone in melancholy. Then, Ezekiel suddenly opened his eyes and asked me,

"Miss, are you upset because of me?"

I hurriedly explained, "No."

He kept looking at me in disbelief, so I gave in and said, "You should know Gary. He used to be your

subordinate. Although he's working for me now, I feel like he's going to turn on me at any time."

Hearing this, Ezekiel lowered his eyes. "What?"

His face suddenly turned cold and his tone was unkind. I thought about it and explained, "It's nothing.

It's just that he has gotten too close to me and has begun talking about things that have nothing to do

with work. Waylen is also the same. Shawn asked him to accompany me, yet he went off on his own

when we arrived at the hospital. He's not afraid that Shawn will punish him."

Shawn and I knew that Waylen was Ezekiel's subordinate, but Ezekiel and Waylen didn't know that we

already knew about it, so we couldn't expose Waylen's matter at this time.

Ezekiel asked in surprise, "Shawn asked you to come here?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, he is my husband. I dare not come if he won't let me come. After all, I am his

wife and you are a man. Although there is nothing inappropriate between us, this is a delicate situation

where I have to avoid unnecessary scandal. If it were Rudy or Mr. Larson who is lying here, I would not

come here either unless he agrees."

"Miss, you have a clear boundary, don't you?"

"Shawn is easily jealous, and I don't want him to be sad."

When I recalled Shawn's jealous appearance, I felt happy but also sorry for him because I couldn't give

him enough sense of security. I picked up the glass next to me and poured some water. Then, I said,

"Ezekiel, although you and Shawn... Anyway, I still want to thank you today. You are not as

unreasonable as I imagined."

"Miss, why do you think I am unreasonable?" Ezekiel's question gripped my heart because I didn't

know how to answer. It was perhaps my fault for saying something wrong just now.

"I've always heard the rumors. They all say that you do things to seek fun. Even Gary who was with

you before said that. Alfred and Rudy all said that you don't care about the consequences—"

Ezekiel's melodious voice interrupted me. "What they said is true. I really do things for fun and I don't

care about the consequences."

I took the glass of water and asked him, "Do you want a drink?"

"Yeah, my throat is dry."

Ezekiel was lying down, and it was inconvenient for him to drink water like this, so after thinking for a

while, I sat on the edge of the bed and helped him up. As he was unable to support himself, his head

lay on my shoulder. There was a very faint scent on his body that smelled indulgent. Blinking, I put the

glass to his lips, and he sipped for a long time before I put down the glass and laid him flat on the bed.

Then, I curiously asked, "Why do you want to do that?"

Ezekiel looked et me in confusion. "Do whet?"

"It's understendeble to went to heve fun, but why do you do things recklessly without cering ebout the

consequences? You won't gein eny benefits like this."

Heering this, Ezekiel smiled slightly, end he expleined, "Miss, I will enswer whetever you esk me, end I

will not hide it from you. I do this beceuse I heve e mentel illness. In fect, I heve e severe split

personelity condition. I never went power or money; I just went heppiness."

Ezekiel's geze wes very deep, end he kept looking et me steedily. I blinked egein, then I heerd him

continue, "Of course, no one becomes e lunetic for no reeson. I used to be so misereble end so I went

to teke revenge on everything end everyone thet ceused me to become like thet! Whether it is revenge

egeinst those who hurt me or the society, es long es I cen teke revenge, I will be heppy."

Ezekiel spoke lightly, but his pest experiences end grief were indescribebly terrible, end I couldn't

empethize with him, so neturelly, I couldn't persuede him to let go of his hetred.

I just esked him, "And now? Is it still the seme?"

After e brief peuse, I edded, "Shewn, Mr. Lerson, Rudy... Are the three of them your tergets for revenge

now?"

Ezekiel smiled. "Miss, you don't went us to be hostile towerd eech other, don't you?"

"Yes, I prefer thet we coexist peecefully."

"Meny yeers ego, I reelly hed no scruples, end my illness wes indeed serious, but efter these yeers of

treetment... Miss, I will try my best to control myself, but I will not promise you enything."

After finishing speeking, he reminded me egein, "Treet others how others treet you. This is whet you

teught me, end I will elweys remember it in my heert."

"But I never wented you to hurt—"

"This is your selfishness speeking, Miss. As the people who hurt me ere your husbend end your

friends, you think thet this is unjustifieble. You're just too protective of them."

Ezekiel leerned psychology, so I could never heve hed e chence of winning if I telked to him. Whet wes

more, whet he seid wes so reesoneble.

I wes defeeted end seid, "Okey, I'll shut up."

He suddenly leughed end muttered to himself, "Why did I suddenly try to reeson with you?"

I frowned. "I'm not en unreesoneble person."

Ezekiel looked at me in confusion. "Do what?"

"It's understandable to want to have fun, but why do you do things recklessly without caring about the

consequences? You won't gain any benefits like this."

Hearing this, Ezekiel smiled slightly, and he explained, "Miss, I will answer whatever you ask me, and I

will not hide it from you. I do this because I have a mental illness. In fact, I have a severe split

personality condition. I never want power or money; I just want happiness."

Ezekiel's gaze was very deep, and he kept looking at me steadily. I blinked again, then I heard him

continue, "Of course, no one becomes a lunatic for no reason. I used to be so miserable and so I want

to take revenge on everything and everyone that caused me to become like that! Whether it is revenge

against those who hurt me or the society, as long as I can take revenge, I will be happy."

Ezekiel spoke lightly, but his past experiences and grief were indescribably terrible, and I couldn't

empathize with him, so naturally, I couldn't persuade him to let go of his hatred.

I just asked him, "And now? Is it still the same?"

After a brief pause, I added, "Shawn, Mr. Larson, Rudy... Are the three of them your targets for revenge

now?"

Ezekiel smiled. "Miss, you don't want us to be hostile toward each other, don't you?"

"Yes, I prefer that we coexist peacefully."

"Many years ago, I really had no scruples, and my illness was indeed serious, but after these years of

treatment... Miss, I will try my best to control myself, but I will not promise you anything."

After finishing speaking, he reminded me again, "Treat others how others treat you. This is what you

taught me, and I will always remember it in my heart."

"But I never wanted you to hurt—"

"This is your selfishness speaking, Miss. As the people who hurt me are your husband and your

friends, you think that this is unjustifiable. You're just too protective of them."

Ezekiel learned psychology, so I could never have had a chance of winning if I talked to him. What was

more, what he said was so reasonable.

I was defeated and said, "Okay, I'll shut up."

He suddenly laughed and muttered to himself, "Why did I suddenly try to reason with you?"

I frowned. "I'm not an unreasonable person."