Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
Francine heaved a long sigh after leaving the ward with Elijah.
” What an ill-fated destiny! They got into the same hospital even when they were hurt.
Aren’t they just bringing bad luck to each other?” “Madam, weren’t you a materialistic person before? When did you start believing in superstitions? There’s no such thing as bringing bad luck to others,” Elijah protested.
“It’s true! I asked a great fortune-teller about it and learned that they will always bring bad luck to each other.
Chaos will happen as long as they’re together, and they’ll either get hurt or encounter some kind of trouble.
Well, both of them are hurt now.
Plus, I separated them for their sake…” Francine did not believe in such things, but too many coincidences had made her doubt her faith.
Clenching her fists, she said, No, I must make Flossie transfer to another hospital.” “That’s too much, Madam.
She’s hurt and may be paralyzed forever.
She needs to rest, so she won’t agree to move to another hospital just like that,” Elijah said bluntly.
“You’re right.
Then I’ll make Halston move to another hospital instead.
In short, I have to separate them!” “Well…
go ahead if you can.
I sure can’t do it.” Elijah shrugged helplessly.
“Huh…
I can’t persuade him, either.” Of course, Francine was aware of her capabilities as well as how stubborn her son was.
This issue wasn’t going to be resolved that easily.
“Don’t worry, Madam Guajardo.
They’re bound to meet if it’s written in the stars for them.
We don’t have to meddle in it, we just have to let nature take its course,” Elijah said, nodding like a wise sage.
Francine glared at him.
“Don’t be ridiculous.
Listen, I need you to monitor him and stop him from meeting Flossie.
I don’t care if it’s written in the stars or moon, I have to break them up as long as I’m alive!” Meanwhile, most of Flossie’s relatives and friends had left, and she could finally have some peace.
Leia stayed with Flossie and held her hand, looking dejected.
“Flossie, how are you feeling? Does it hurt? Don’t hold it in if you’re hurting.
You can bite my hand if you need to…
Don’t worry, even if something happens to you, I’ll take care of you forever.” Justin was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, and he protested, “Hey, stop trying to steal my role.
That’s my line.” “Hmph, the day men can be relied on, pigs will fly! I’ll take care of her and stop all men from getting close to her.
If it weren’t for you men, she wouldn’t be so unlucky.” Leia was so upset that Flossie got hurt that she was furious at Quinton for failing to protect his sister.
“Alright, stop arguing.
I just sprained my waist, I’m not paralyzed.
Don’t make it sound so serious,” Flossie grumbled.
Lying in bed, Flossie could feel a dull ache around her waist but it didn’t affect her much.
Both Leia and Justin exchanged hesitant glances when she said that, and Flossie immediately picked up on it.
“Don’t tell me I’m really paralyzed?” “Stop saying such unlucky things!” Quinton grumbled and clenched his fists.
“I’ll get the best doctors in the world to cure you, there’ll be no risks.” “Calm down, I’m not that weak.
Even if I’m really paralyzed, you guys can just let me go,” Flossie laughed and said indifferently.
She felt that it was better to die instead of living like a useless person.
“[ don’t want that, Flossie! I don’t want to see you suffer…
You have to get better, okay?” Leia started crying again as she spoke.
Sighing, Flossie said, “Okay.
Could you all please leave? I want to sleep.” She hadn’t been too bothered when she arrived at the hospital, but all the people who came to see her kept crying as if she was going to die tomorrow.
“Okay, let’s leave and let her rest.” Quinton took a deep breath and said to the others.
Justin put his hand on Flossie’s gently and whispered, “Rest well, and don’t worry about anything.
Leave the company to Quinton and me.” “Thank you.
I’ll buy you a grand feast after I recover and leave the hospital.” Flossie looked at Justin gratefully.
Justin had indeed put in a lot of effort for Flossie recently, and she was well aware of that.
After everyone left, the ward was quiet.
Flossie stared at the white ceiling, and a wave of melancholy hit her.
Although she sounded optimistic and carefree in front of others, all her worries flooded back to her once she was alone.
What if she really was paralyzed? What would happen to Adie and Abby? She slowly dozed off while dwelling on it.
When she woke up later that night, she saw someone sitting by her bed in the dark ward.
She could tell by the man’s posture and facial features that he was rather attractive.
“Quinton? Haze?” Flossie asked tentatively.
“I had to come up with a million different ways to stop them from coming.” The man finally spoke, sounding tired.
“Halston?” Flossie instantly recognized his voice and became tense.