The next morning, Justin dropped his work when he heard about
Ryanâs car accident. Worried, he rushed to the hospital as fast as he
could.
Ryan lay flat in bed in a VIP ward with a back and neck brace. He opened his mouth as his secretary
fed him a sliced apple.
He looked like a pampered child who could not do anything for himself, and his secretary was the maid
bearing the brunt of his
demands.
Justin walked into the room and furrowed his brows at him. âDidnât the Hoffman Group recently develop
an oilfield? Youâre acting like youâre dry even before you hit 30.â
The secretary stepped aside and nodded at the man before giving Ryan and Justin space to talk.
âHoly shit! Are you here to visit me or give me hell? How am I acting dry? I wouldnât need help if I could
feed myself.â
Ryan broke out in a sweat and grimaced in pain the moment he
leaned over.
âDonât move. Just stay there.â
Justin took quick steps to the bed with a long face and laid him back
down.
âWill you wheel me around if I become paralyzed, Justin?â Ryan
scrunched his face and asked.
âYou have plenty of girlfriends to do that for you. You donât need me.â
Justin curled his lips indifferently. âDonât worry. Even if the only body part you can move is your mouth,
youâre the heir of the Hoffman Group. Youâll still have your fun with women throwing themselves at
you.â
âTsk. You have a point. I have the charisma,â Ryan added.
âCharisma? Ha, more like the charisma of money.â Justin thought.
âWhat did you get yourself into?â Justin asked with a frown.
âYou should ask Carrie.â
Ryan huffed, picturing the tiny frame skittering away into the night. Itâs her fault that I am in this
situation. Carrie should be the one to
wheel me around forever.â
âExplain, Ryan. How is Carrie involved?â Justin scowled.
âCarrie sneaked into the party last night, but she was stopped from entering the hotel. If I hadnât run
into her, your ignorant security team
would have kicked your sister out.â
âCarrie came last night?â Justin was shocked.
That must be the reason why Ryan called him out of the blue about getting his ducks in a row.
âI was kind to dress her in-â
âYou dressed her?â Justin turned pale and raised his voice. He was
ready to pull a punch.
âDonât get me wrong. My secretary dressed her. I didnât touch her.â
Ryan was quick to explain, not wanting his limbs to be broken. âI took her to see Ada Wang at the hall,
but something got into her when she arrived. She ran out of there like she had lost her mind. I followed
her because itâs dangerous for a girl to be roaming alone at night. She crossed the road without looking
and was nearly run over by a truck. I saved her in the nick of time, but I bumped my back.â
âWhat about Carrie? Was she hurt?â Justin asked worriedly.
âI guess not. The pain crippled me from getting up, but she slipped away before I knew it. She couldâve
at least helped me up. What would I do to her anyway?â Furious, Ryan nagged.
âRyan, I have told you before not to get any ideas about Carrie.â
Justin grimaced. âWhat happened at my grandfatherâs birthday party was an accident. Carrie doesnât
belong in your world. Keep your
inappropriate thoughts to yourself.â
âNo, I got hurt shielding her from harm. Have a heart. Youâre giving me an earful instead of thanking
me.â Since Ryan could not move, he
looked hilarious sticking his neck out while arguing with Justin.
âWhy did you take her to the venue, dress her up, and expose her to
the group of strangers?â
âWhat do you mean?â Ryan looked confused.
âCarrie has severe social anxiety and autism. She canât deal with
strangers and social events.â Justin got emotional, thinking about
Carrieâs overly cautious and timid behavior.