Since the fire incident that night, Scarlet had calculated that William hadn’t returned to their rented house for three days.
What had he been doing these past few days? Was he constantly with Nana?
Scarlet felt extremely jealous and uncertain if William would take care of her like this if something happened to her one day.
Early in the morning, she decided to go to the hospital and see for herself.
Even if she couldn’t persuade William to come back, she at least wanted to know how long he intended to stay with Nana.
Arriving at the hospital entrance, Scarlet was about to go in and inquire about the ward where Nana was staying when she suddenly saw William walking out from inside.
“William!”
Scarlet became excited as soon as she saw him and hurriedly ran over.
Upon seeing the breathless woman in front of him, William furrowed his brow displeased and asked, “Why are you here? Looking for me?”
“It’s been three days since I saw you, and you don’t answer my calls!”
Realizing that William seemed unhappy, Scarlet pouted and complained, “I came to look for you out of concern. You’re treating my good intentions as a joke.”
“Alright, I’m sorry. I had a bad attitude.”
William didn’t want to argue with Scarlet, so he apologized proactively and calmly told her, “You should go back; I have to go to work at the company.”
With those words, William didn’t wait to see if Scarlet would leave or not. He walked out of the hospital gate expressionlessly.
Scarlet was puzzled. She couldn’t understand why William was acting this way, even if something had happened to Nana’s family, and it wasn’t his parents who had died.
Did he really need to put on such a sour face?
She followed behind him, looking at William with a resentful gaze.
A red Ferrari raced past on the road, causing William, who was walking, to stop for no apparent reason.
William stared straight ahead, watching the Ferrari speed away.
Scarlet found it strange and caught up with him, standing beside him and asking, “William, what are you looking at? Do you know the owner of that sports car?”
“I don’t know.”
William shook his head, and his mood seemed slightly better than before.
“Oh, it’s just a car. What’s so interesting about it?”
Scarlet wasn’t interested in cars. She shrugged her shoulders, feeling bored.
William’s gaze was profound, and he sighed, speaking to himself, “Do you think my current job, earning 7, 000 a month, is a lot or not?”
“It’s considered an above-average income in this city, right?”
“But do you know? With the money I earn each month, I can’t even afford a single tire of that Ferrari.”
“That car is a limited edition; I’ll never be able to afford it in my lifetime.”
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Scarlet listened beside him, unable to understand why he suddenly became so sentimental.
However, as a self-reliant woman from a small town, Scarlet firmly believed that hard work could lead to wealth, and effort would bring rewards.
She pouted and casually said, “Why don’t you have confidence in yourself? If you like that sports car, we can work hard together in the future. There are many entrepreneurs in society who started from scratch.”
Looking at Scarlet’s innocent face, William smiled.
“The times have changed. The era of opportunities waiting to be seized has passed.”
William shook his head and looked at Scarlet, asking, “Haven’t you heard that without unexpected fortune, one cannot become wealthy? People like us, especially those who work in the city, have a high probability of remaining like this for our entire lives.”
Scarlet didn’t fully agree with his words and jokingly teased, “Then how do you plan to strike it rich? Rob a bank while wearing a mask?”
“Forget about robbery; the cost is too high, and it’s not worth it!”
William smiled lightly and pulled Scarlet’s hand. “Let’s go have breakfast, and then you can accompany me to buy a few lottery tickets. Let’s try our luck.”
Seeing William’s mood improve and feeling less resentful, Scarlet obediently followed him into the breakfast shop.
At the same time, Mrs. Waters sat on the sofa in her house, utterly shocked.
She rarely paid attention to the news, and with Grace away at her parents’ house for the past two days, she was practically isolated from the outside world.
By chance, she overheard the housekeeper who was preparing breakfast mention the incident. Besides being shocked, Mrs. Waters immediately thought of someone.
She called Grace and urgently asked, “Grace, I heard that Nana’s parents died in a fire. Do you know about this?”
Knowing that Mrs. Waters had called her early in the morning for this reason, Grace was prepared and calmly responded, “I heard about it yesterday too. I didn’t expect such a thing to happen. Nana’s parents were only in their fifties. It’s such a pity.”
Mrs. Waters didn’t doubt Grace’s feigned ignorance. Seeing that Grace had only found out about it after the incident, she shook her head and sighed, “What’s done is done. After such an incident, it’s indeed a great pity.”
After chatting with Grace for a while, Mrs. Waters suddenly thought of Carl.
“Oh, right. This fire made it to the news. Carl must have seen it, right?”
Mrs. Waters looked around and picked up her phone to inquire with an acquaintance. She quickly learned that Carl had been at the hospital since the day of the incident, accompanying Nana.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Waters’ feeling of regret disappeared in an instant, replaced by worry and anger towards Carl.
But she also knew she couldn’t persuade Carl, so she sighed helplessly and said, “It’s fate. It’s all fate! Because of the fire, they ended up together…”
Grace felt equally frustrated in her heart.
She never expected that the fire would only claim the lives of Nana’s parents, while Nana and the child were spared.
However, in front of Mrs. Waters, she continued to pretend to be understanding.
“Don’t blame Carl. When Nana is at her most vulnerable, someone has to be there to accompany her and help take care of the child.”
Hearing Grace’s mature words, Mrs. Waters thought highly of her future daughter-in-law’s kindness and generosity.
“Even if Nana needs someone to accompany her, it can’t be my son every day!”
Mrs. Waters’ last trace of sympathy for Nana disappeared, and she anxiously muttered, “What if she recovers and clings to Carl as a widow with a child?”
Grace remained silent and listened quietly beside her.
After thinking it over, Mrs. Waters decided to go to the hospital herself.
In the morning, Carl was discussing funeral arrangements with Nana when Mrs. Waters walked into the ward, holding a basket of fruits.
Without knocking, she peeked inside and saw Carl, so she entered directly.
“Carl, I feel relieved knowing that you’re taking care of Nana. Otherwise, I’m afraid she wouldn’t be able to bear it.”
Mrs. Waters pretended to visit the hospital, but her words carried a sarcastic tone.
Nana had no energy to argue with her and hugged her daughter, comforting her in her arms.
At that moment, Carl’s face darkened. He knew his mother had no genuine intention of visiting Nana; she was being direct.
“Mom, you don’t have to worry about the hospital stuff. I’m here with Nana, and that’s enough.”
Mrs. Waters didn’t agree and raised an eyebrow, questioning, “You can take care of an adult, but can you take care of a child?”
After saying this, Mrs. Waters put away her stern expression and turned her gaze towards Nana, speaking with a tone of regret, “Nana, I was quite surprised by what happened to your family. Regardless, please take care of yourself for the sake of the child.”
As Mrs. Waters spoke the cliché words, she gradually approached the bed.