Chapter 52 A Sick Man (Part one) (2/2)

Perhaps it was because she had been suffering for too long that she was so thrilled as soon as somebody e

y of him. But he was a person who would seek revenge for the smallest grievance.

She was speechless in embarrassment. The ward was as quiet as the sea surface before high tide.

Being red in the face, Consuela didn't say a word. The rest stared at her with curious eyes. She walked out and closed the door thoughtfully.

It was late at night and L City was not safe recently. She dared not leave and waited in the plastic chair.

Not knowing how long it had passed, Cassie walked out first from the ward. She gave Consuela a sympathetic look and said, ”I completely trust you now.”

If she mentioned the things that had happened three years ago, he would have been much angrier. But it was too embarrassing.

Consuela raised her head and said with a wry smile, ”Thank you for your trust.”

Her hair was pulled away from the injury and her face was pinched gently. The woman commented, ”It's like medium rare.”

”Then I'll try to be medium well next time.” She lowered her head again, sulking.

'What kind of people is she? She even comments that my face is like a medium rare steak.'

”I'm just kidding. I'll go to my office and get you some ointment.” Cassie touched her head with a smile and left happily.

Consuela turned her head to look at the open door. Through the crack, she could see his face clearly.

The red spots at the end of his eyes had already vanished. He really had a cheerful chatting with those in the ward.