Chapter 253:
I tried to use reason to suppress my emotions.
I quickly turned to grab my phone, and as I moved, his hand left my head.
I immediately took out my phone and typed a message:
“When did you come?”
“It’s been a few minutes,” he replied, typing his response on his phone.
I hadn’t heard the door at all, nor the sound of footsteps. I only realized he was here when he turned on the light.
At that moment, my mood sank. Had he seen me curled up in bed just now? Was that why he touched my head, as if he pitied me? I didn’t want his pity. It made my self-esteem uncomfortable. I didn’t want sympathy—he couldn’t give me what I truly needed.
“I bought you your favorite bun,” he wrote, after I finished reading his message. He placed two lunch boxes on the table by my hospital bed.
He still remembered what I loved to eat. I frowned.
Suddenly, I noticed two lunch boxes and two sets of tableware on the table.
I realized he planned to eat with me here.
I was a little touched, but that only made me hesitant to approach him.
I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to control my emotions and would end up hurting myself again.
After a moment, I typed another message for him to read:
“I know you have a lot of social events and work. You don’t need to come to me all the time. My condition is stable now. I’ll be able to leave the hospital in a few days.”
“What do you mean?”
Herbert frowned, clearly confused.
“I’m just afraid of bringing you trouble.”
I sensed that he was becoming upset.
Sure enough, the text he typed next was filled with frustration.
Bella’s POV:
A woman played by men?
Herbert’s words were always so irritating.
I quickly typed out a response, my fingers moving rapidly across the screen.
“Mr. Wharton, have you forgotten? I’ve already divorced you. No matter who I choose to be with, it has nothing to do with you. Even if I were willing to be played by another man, it wouldn’t be you!”
After reading my message, Herbert’s face suddenly darkened.
The next moment, he threw my phone against the wall.
The phone hit the wall and crashed to the floor, breaking into several pieces.
I couldn’t hear the sound of the phone breaking, but I could see it lying there on the ground.
I hadn’t expected that, even though I couldn’t hear anything, our argument would escalate to this point.
I glared at him, then turned my head away. I didn’t want to engage with him anymore.
Herbert ran his hand through his hair and paced back and forth in the room, one hand resting on his waist. His mood seemed to finally settle, and the veins in his forehead slowly relaxed.
