Chapter 652:
“Mr. Wharton, why did you get up on your own? Your wound hasn’t healed yet. If it opens up, it could be serious!” she said.
Once Herbert was seated on the sofa, I walked toward him, my eyes lingering on his leg, unsure of what to say.
Miranda noticed this and quickly asked, “Miss Stepanek, would you like coffee or tea?”
“Tea, thank you,” I replied.
Miranda hurried into the kitchen.
I knew she was giving us a chance to talk, but the truth was, there wasn’t much left for us to discuss other than the children.
Later, I didn’t forget why I had come. I took out a leather envelope. When Herbert saw it, his brow furrowed slightly. I placed the envelope on the coffee table and said, “I went to the hospital to inquire, and they said the medical expenses after reimbursement total two thousand dollars. Given my financial situation, I can only pay for your medical expenses. I can’t afford anything more.”
The doctors Herbert had hired and the examinations he had undergone were all among the most expensive. At this point, I really had to thank the government, as the reimbursement had covered a large portion of the expenses. Otherwise, I honestly wouldn’t have been able to come up with such a large sum of money.
Bella’s POV:
A long silence filled the room. I could tell from his cold eyes that he must be angry. But he was injured because of Betty, and I thought it was my responsibility to cover his treatment costs.
At that moment, Miranda came in with a glass of water. She was about to leave the living room when the doorbell rang outside. She quickly went to answer it.
As soon as Miranda stepped out, Herbert sneered and said, “Bella, do you think I just want to be a good person? Or is it that you think I can’t afford these medical expenses?”
I frowned at his words.
“What else do you want? I have nothing left, and I can only contribute so much. If you think it’s too little, I can give you an IOU, and I’ll pay you back gradually,” I said, thinking I was just doing what I should.
I didn’t expect my words to anger Herbert so much.
He suddenly stood up, the blue veins on his forehead standing out. He stared at me and said, “Bella, no matter what I do for you, do you despise me now? What do you want me to do to make you take me seriously?”
“Yes, I’ve done many things that hurt you before, and I don’t dare to ask for your forgiveness. But can you stop resisting me?”
With that, he threw the leather envelope on the tea table to the ground.
His eyes were filled with mixed emotions—anger, sadness, and pain. I slowly lowered my gaze, unable to bear looking at him.
I slowly squatted down, picked up the envelope, and returned it to its original position.
“You’ve done a lot for me. I don’t blame you anymore, but…”
