“Really? What about Zac, what did he say?”
Adriana sat up with a concerned look on her face, tugging Peter’s hand tightly and looking at him with anticipation.
God knows how long she has been waiting for this day.
I thought Peter’s body would take a long time to heal, but I didn’t expect it to come so quickly.
“What, you don’t believe me?”
The man pinched her cheek with a doting smile.
“How come? I just want to ask for some clarity and peace of mind.”
Adriana knows Peter, so she is worried that he will hide something about his illness and report the good news just to make her feel relieved.
Besides, I haven’t heard Zac talk to her about Peter until now.
“Fools.”
The man’s lips pulled out a curve, holding her hand clutched in his heart, rubbing the back of her hand, as if trying to warm up her cold hand.
“All you have to do now is get some rest. You should know that …”
Peter said the words a meal, collected the handsome face of the smile, said in a deep voice: “Tomorrow is fifteen. You …”
Some words came to his lips, he finally could not bear to say them.
Every time he thinks about it, Peter’s heart is a dull ache.
Adriana had endured too much on her own during that past time. He could not imagine how Adriana’s delicate body had persevered to the end and held on to the end during the attack.
That kind of bone-chilling pain, as if a sharp knife into the heart of the general, pain, she has been hiding for half a year!
“By the way, how’s the Ashtyn investigation going?”
Talking about a more sensitive topic, Adriana directly changed the subject.
Since some things can not change, and why bring up again, flat out let people hurt feelings, but also add sadness.
She is no longer that childish and simple little girl, long ago, will not be happy, even if there is pain can also be very good to hide.
“Something has come up.”
Peter clearly did not look well at the mention of the incident, and Adriana took in her expression. Tentatively, she asked, “Is it something to do with the Henderson Family?”
Peter did not hide, slightly jawed, but did not speak.
He looked worried about Adriana, “You haven’t told Edward?”
“Now the evidence is unclear, everything is still under investigation, it’s not too late to say when there is conclusive evidence.”
Peter covered her with bedding, “You rest for a while, I’ll call you when the kitchen is ready for dinner.”
“Good.”
Indulging in Peter’s tenderness is simply an extraordinarily beautiful thing for Adriana.
Such a day is what she looks forward to and likes.
Numerous times fantasize about such a peaceful life, but it is the moment of peace after the ups and downs that she particularly cherishes.
…
Hospital.
Vivian was resting in the hospital room when Edward came in.
With the lunch box in his hand, he walked over to the hospital bed and said to Vivian, “How are you feeling, are you feeling better?”
Walk to the end of the bed and push the bed table to Vivian’s front, put down the thermos box, open it, and take out the meals inside one by one.
“I had the kitchen make you a soup to tonic your body.”
He knew that the Ashtyn affair had left Vivian distraught, and every time he saw her pale face he felt extraordinarily distressed, leaving his heart like a knife.
It is tempting to love and care for the woman in front of you, but you don’t know how to do it.
Vivian didn’t even look at him, tilting her head to look out the window, leaning on the head of the bed, hands clasped together, not knowing what she was thinking.
Perhaps, it is pining for Ashtyn.
“Here, have some food. Do you want me to feed you?”
For her, Edward exhausted his tenderness.
Born with a cold nature, he treated Vivian with almost all the patience he could muster, hoping only that she would come out of the shadows.
Ashtyn’s matter he has an inescapable responsibility, if it were not for him, Ashtyn would not have ended up like this.
“I’m not hungry.”
Vivian shook her head.
She has a long black hair draped over her shoulders and hanging, such as a waterfall of hair embedded between a palm-sized melon face, because she is already fair skin and appears more pale at the moment, even the lips are bloodless.
The eyes are empty and sluggish, with dark circles under the eyes and a tired face.
Edward picked up the bowl, took a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of rice and passed it to her mouth, “Open your mouth and take a bite.”
Vivian did not respond.
Not moving, not even a glance.
Edward was not angry and continued, “I know you are in a bad mood, but your body is the essence of the revolution, you need to take good care of yourself. vivian, listen to me, okay?”
That kind of gentle words and attitude, probably only to Vivian one person in this life.
But Vivian was thinking about Ashtyn, so what did she care about Edward?
“We’re young, you’re not …”
“Young?”
Before Edward could finish his sentence, Vivian turned his head and shot a harsh gaze straight at him, “What does youth have to do with the death of a child? That’s my child, I gave birth to it in October.”
Vivian lips tightly pursed, swirling with a dense mist of pupils full of pain.
The baby was born less than a month ago, and she hadn’t even had a chance to build an emotional connection with it before it was gone.
It all came so suddenly and caught her off guard.
Edward looked straight at her for a moment, slowly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to look at the bowl he was holding.
The bowl is he ordered the kitchen to Vivian boiled chicken soup, curling aroma emitting the rich aroma of chicken soup.
He thought Vivian would like it, but he didn’t even taste it.
“That’s my child, too.”
Edward took a long time to reply, looked up at her and added, “That’s my child too.”
Not just her child, but his as well.
“When you are sad, I will be sad along with you. When you are heartbroken, I will be heartbroken too. I will not only heart the child, I will also heart you!”
Vivian hardened a hardened man of steel, forced to the present, willing to say what is in his heart.
Because Edward knows that there are some things that Vivian won’t understand unless he says them.
“Heartbroken?”
Vivian looked at him expressionlessly, abruptly, the corners of her lips pulled out a sneer, “Then tell me, has the cause of death of the child been investigated clearly? How can you stand up to the dead child when you can’t even find any clues about the child’s death?”
The words fell, Edward looked straight at Vivian.
Under the eyes, there are a few more sharp points.
Bang!
The man placed the chicken soup heavily on the table, making a crashing sound and giving vent to his emotions invisibly.
“Yes, I’m sorry Ashtyn.”
He stood up in a flash, “So what do you think I have to do to satisfy you? Or do you think I have to go to hell with Ashtyn?”
Edward was already a man with a temper, and recently blamed himself immensely for Ashtyn’s affair, and he had a lot of pain pressed down in his heart.
But to my surprise Vivian didn’t understand at all.
In a fit of anger, he took out a folding knife and threw it to Vivian, “You are not feeling ashamed of me Ashtyn , I am standing here, you give me a knife and see if you can remove the anger from your heart.”