Natasha’s pov
How did Winson react to Wendy like this?
It seems that the future play will be more beautiful than I expected.
The doctor came to examine Winson’s wound.
It is confirmed that this time it is only a slight bleeding, and there is nothing serious.
After treatment, the doctor left first.
Winson looked at me and was about to say something when someone pushed the door in.
Sasha was facing the door,.
She was surprised and said, “Bran? Why are you here?”
Winson heard and immediately looked at the door.
Here comes Bran, who walks in with a sunny face and a bright smile on his lips.
At the moment when he saw the smile, Winson’s heart was like being pricked by a needle. In his mind, he suddenly remembered what Bran looked like when he left
I looked back and saw a warm smile on Bran’s face. “Why did you come?”
Bran said happily, “I called my mother. My mother said that brother was seriously injured. Let me come and have a look.”
“Then you don’t go home and change your clothes. You are stinking with sweat.”
Bran sniffed and said, “No way.”
Bran bent over to look at the two wounds on Winson’s stomach, and said, “Brother Winson, you have… two wounds.”
He finished and looked up at Winson.
Winson lifts his eyes and quickly moves away from Bran when his eyes touch.
“Bran, I… It’s OK. It’s a little bit hurt. It’s OK.”
I saw Winson’s eyes, and my eyebrows were cold.
Winson was hiding from Bran’s eyes.
The people who have been killed by him live a new life. Now standing in front of him, what does he feel?
Winson, the retribution of the last life. In this life, you can accept it slowly.
This is just the beginning!
Bran didn’t think much when he saw Winson avoiding his eyes.
He came back to me and asked, “Sister, does Mom say you will be here these days?”
He doesn’t deserve Winson.
I glanced coldly at Winson’s face, then smiled at Bran, “No, I’m just here to take care of Sasha.”
Bran smiled and said, “Oh…”
Feeling guilty, Winson suddenly clenched his fist.
Bran put his hand on my shoulder again, “But sister, even if you want to take care of your future brother-in-law, you should always take care of your own health,
You have stayed here all night yesterday. Let me replace you. Go home and rest. I will take care of brother and sister here. ”
Just heard Sasha immediately say, “Yes, Natasha, go back. It’s too boring to take care of patients. You don’t have to come here for a while.”
Sasha now clearly knows that the reason why her brother came to live with her was to rob Natasha.
Bran then said, “Sister, I have already told my mother that I have nothing to do recently. Don’t you want to take part in the competition? Go back and get ready.”
“Well, then I’ll go back and call me if you need anything.”
What Bran has experienced in his last life, Winson knows better than I do.
I want Winson, the ‘murderer’, to watch Bran who was killed by him day and night, and can’t sleep at night!
Winson stretched his arms with great effort, half propped up, and a handsome face was full of eager cries, “Natasha.”
I ignored it, opened the door of the ward and went out.
Winson was torn by his wound, and his painful features were all wrinkled together. His face was clear and full of pathological pallor.
“Natasha,” he exclaimed, propping himself up and turning sideways.
He was so weak that he fell out of bed.
Philip on one side rushed forward to help him up.
He grabbed Philip’s wrist tightly and said urgently, “Help me out. I have something to say to Natasha.”
Philip was worried and said, “You need to keep your body. You can’t…”
Winson breaks his hands off Philip,
He covered his wound with his hand and walked to the door by himself.
But after only two steps, he stumbled and fell down.
Bran stepped forward, lifted him up, and said in a clear voice, “Brother Winson.”
At the moment of being supported by Bran, Winson looked at him with guilt, and his eyes quickly moved away. He dared not look at him, “Thank you.”
Bran smiled heartily, “You’re welcome, but Brother Winson, my sister has left. If you want to say something, it’s not too late.”
Winson shook his head, and there was already a layer of sweat on his forehead, “It can’t be changed, it must be now.”
He said that, endured the pain, and walked to the door again.
Bran saw how hard he was going, so he went forward and helped him, “Let me help you go, be careful.”
Philip saw that he could not stop it, so he quickly stepped forward to help.
Sasha sighed as the three left.
I was waiting in the elevator lobby when Bran trotted over and stopped her.
Bran came over, took my wrist and pursed his lips, “Sister, wait a moment, Winson has something to tell you.”
“But I have nothing to say to him.”
Bran advised, “He was injured to save you and Sasha. Please at least listen to him.”
As soon as Bran spoke, Philip had already helped Winson into the elevator.
Winson’s anxious face is relieved.
Winson let go of Philip’s help and moved his steps with his own strength.
His handsome face was wrinkled with painful facial features, but he still managed to pull out a smile.
“Natasha,”
Bran felt that Winson looked really pathetic at the moment.
“Sister, since Brother Winson is in such a hurry, it doesn’t take much time to say a few words. ”
I turned my head and smiled at Bran and said, “Well, Bran, go back to the ward to accompany Sasha.”
Bran smiled and said, “Then you two have a chat.”
He then released Winson, turned and walked towards the ward.
I walked up to Winson, with a deep sneer in my eyes, “You are ready to change your career and go to acting? You look worthless, who do you want to show? Me?”
He endured the pain and made his voice sound as normal as possible, “Natasha, I didn’t act.”
“That’s why you saved Sasha and me yesterday, and you want to ask us for credit?”
Winson shook his head. “No, it’s not.”
” What do you mean? Winson, I am not your fiancee now. If you want to say something, just say it quickly. Don’t waste my precious time.”
Winson carefully said in a soft voice, “Natasha, I know you don’t want to see me, but can you not go? Stay with me so that I can see you all the time?”
“Since you know I don’t want to see you, why should I stay?”
Winson’s face was full of guilt, “Natasha, I just want to see you all the time. I’m afraid… you will disappear.”
Disappear?
“Winson, I have nothing to do with you. ”
Winson closed his eyes and shook his head, “Natasha, I know you hate me, but I beg you, don’t play dumb with me. You know what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t know,”
I said, turned and left.
Winson hurriedly said, “If you don’t know, how do you explain the things that happened to me and Sasha’s birthday?”
Sure enough, Winson is eager to verify my identity.
He wanted to repent.
But why?
If he wants to hurt, he will hurt. If he wants to repent, he will repent?
Does he deserve it?