Chapter 267:
“Foot? Mr. Wharton’s foot—what’s wrong with it?”
Connor didn’t know about Herbert’s foot injury, so I couldn’t find the words.
“It’s nothing. You can go now,” I said.
“Goodbye.”
Connor left.
“Goodbye.”
I felt a little down after not seeing Herbert.
Connor closed the door behind him as he exited the room.
I opened the package and took out a white mobile phone. I inserted my SIM card and turned it on.
Staring at the phone screen, I desperately wanted to call Herbert.
But when I dialed his number, I hesitated. I didn’t know what to say. In that moment, I thought—if my hearing hadn’t recovered yet, would things be better than they were now? Shouldn’t Herbert be here, sitting in this chair, keeping me company?
I thought for a long time and finally decided to send him a text message:
“Is your foot okay?”
However, after I sent the message, I didn’t receive any reply that night.
The next morning, my eyes were a little swollen from not sleeping well.
After that night, I realized that Herbert would probably ignore me.
The words he had shouted at me that day echoed in my mind.
He had been worried about my injury and said that he gave up important things in the company just to be with me.
Did he love me? If he loved me, why hadn’t he said it? And what about Caroline? Or, as I had suspected before, was he in love with two women at the same time?
If that was the case, I couldn’t accept this kind of love.
The love I wanted was to be the only one.
The results came back, and my body had fully recovered. I was cleared to leave the hospital.
Herbert didn’t come to pick me up. Instead, he sent Connor.
This time, I was much calmer. I didn’t ask Connor for any news about Herbert.
But I accepted the phone he gave me. He had broken my old one, so it seemed only fair that he compensate me.
Once I returned home, I spent half the day cleaning the house. It was harder than I had expected. I felt more exhausted than I did at work.
Just as I was about to sit down and catch my breath, the doorbell rang. At that moment, I was wearing old jeans, a worn-out white T-shirt, and a makeshift hat made from a piece of cloth. I didn’t look presentable, so I wasn’t eager to entertain guests. But after considering it for a moment, I realized that the only people who would visit were probably Joey or the landlord, so I went ahead and opened the door.
When I saw who was standing outside, I froze.
Herbert was standing there in a black trench coat, wearing sunglasses. I couldn’t see his eyes clearly, and I suddenly felt a little self-conscious. I quickly reached up and pulled the flowered hat off my head.
“I’m here to discuss the compensation from Klein and Vivian for you,” Herbert said, breaking the silence.
