Chapter 17

The next morning, Ramses reappeared in the ward. "Eldest Young Master Wimbleson, a workaholic, put down his work and came here to visit me. I'm really flattered." Helle smiled and handed him an orange, "This orange is very sweet. Do you want to eat one?" Seeing that Ramses didn't answer, Helle fed the orange into her own mouth. "Forget it." "My father asked me to take care of you. Don't misunderstand me." "You are the one who misunderstood." She said angrily. "I have a question for you." Ramses pursed his lips slightly, thought for a moment, but could not help asking, "You broke the record of Hollow Muerto. How can a person from a small town have the opportunity to learn racing?" In Ramses's opinion, this woman was too mysterious for him. Her background was obviously ordinary, but every time she acted was unexpected. Helle finished the last piece of orange and pulled out a piece of t