Chapter 257

Giselle spent the night in the hospital, uncomfortably due to the effects of alcohol and her inconvenient arm. It was an uneasy sleep, and she woke up early, feeling soreness in her back and waist. Upon opening her eyes, she saw someone standing by Harper's bed. Without thinking, she assumed it was Steward, that scoundrel. Picking up a pillow from the bed, she threw it towards him, "Who let you in?" Direct hit. The man was struck on the head, his body slightly shifted and bumped into Harper's hospital bed. Startled awake, Harper groggily opened her eyes to see the man bending over to pick up the pillow off the floor, with Giselle looking somewhat dazed across from him. Only then did she get a clear look at his face. She was surprised to find that it was not Steward, but a quite handsome face she didn't recognize at all. Where did this handsome guy come from? Then, under Giselle's surprised gaze, the man handed the pillow back to her. His calm voice and the frameless glasses on his nose added an air of elegance. "Your pillow." "......" Giselle was obviously embarrassed because she had hit the wrong person. Of course, she was more curious about who this man was, and why he was standing in front of Harper's hospital bed. When Giselle took the pillow, she glanced towards Harper, who had woken up at some point and was now attempting to sit up, propped up on one arm. Upon turning back, the man naturally extended his arm to provide Harper some support. Harper accepted it without resistance, and at the end, she politely thanked him. "Thank you." Subsequently, she inquired, "Why are you here, Mr. Frankie?" Mr. Frankie??? Giselle was utterly confused. It seemed like there wasn't such a person in Finceland. "Erm..." she began, asking Harper, "Harper, is this your friend?" Harper didn't deny it, she simply nodded. At this moment, Will turned around and extended a hand toward Giselle, "Hello, I'm Doctor Green's friend, Will." "..." Giselle couldn't help but take another glance at Will. As she stretched out her hand, she thought it was strange that Harper had such a good-looking friend and she had no idea about him. As they were shaking hands politely, Maverick Mo walked into the ward with a stern face, locked his gaze on their clasped hands, exuding a palpable sense of discomfort. However, he didn’t utter a word, but instead came over and wrapped an arm around Giselle's waist, subtly marking his territory. Will, being a man himself, naturally deciphered the implications from these subtle cues. He smiled faintly, and then extended his hand towards Maverick, "Hello, Will." By the way, he stressed, "A friend of Doctor Green." Upon hearing that it was a friend of Harper, the gloomy expression on Maverick's face eased in an instant. He even courteously replied, "Hello, I'm Maverick." Will simply smiled, "I've long heard of your name." In no time, the two men began to chat about topics that women weren't particularly interested in. Giselle and Harper went to the bathroom together. With only her right hand functional, Harper helped her with squeezing toothpaste. She lightly bumped into Harper, "Harper, you've kept him hidden so deep. How do you know him?" Harper replied, "He's the father of the little girl I saved before." "Ah~ a father." Giselle sighed, "What a pity he has a child already." Harper shot her a glance, "Do you, a married woman, care about whether someone has children?" "I'm just feeling sorry for you." "I'm just friends with him." "Well, for all you know, you may see him as a friend, but he might not think the same. Why else would he come to the hospital to see you so early in the morning? And, how did he know you were in the hospital? Did you tell him?" Harper shook her head. Giselle asked, puzzled, "Then how did he know?" Afterwards, she curled her lip in a dismissive gesture. "He's just a trashy man. Already having a wife and child, yet still flirting around. It's a shame as I was just admiring how handsome and dignified he looked." "Watch out, Maverick might overhear you." "So what if he hears it?" Giselle said nonchalantly, "Am I not allowed to get tired of looking at his face, and sneak a peek at others?" Harper shook her head as she listened, handing a toothbrush to Giselle, then added, "Mr. Frankie is not a scumbag, Jessica is not his daughter, but his niece." Giselle proudly raised her chin, "I knew my taste wouldn't be off." Then she smirked at Harper, "I feel like you're defending him. Is he pursuing you?" "No." "I don't believe you, why else would he come to the hospital?" "Maybe he just happened not to be feeling well." "But how would he know you're hospitalized, and even know the room number?" Harper sighed, "Just brush your teeth." Giselle seemed quite pleased brushing her teeth, thinking it would be great if someone is currently courting Harper. It could help her get over the shadow brought to her by that scumbag Steward. Outside the hospital room. Two tall and distinct men stood, both remaining silent. Clearly, the soundproofing of the hospital room was not as good as Giselle thought. From outside, they heard clearly every word she said inside. Underneath Will's glasses, a light smile seemed to cross his eyes. "I can't help but feel you're defending him a little". Because of what Giselle said, Maverick's face turned even colder. Sickened by Giselle's words! Having freshened up, Giselle noticed Maverick's odd expression as they come out of the bathroom. Without giving it much thought, pouting sweetly she said, "Maverick, I'm starving. Let's have breakfast together." Maverick coolly glanced at her and remained silent. Giselle found his behavior quite strange, "Why do you seem so upset?" Maverick couldn't care less to answer. Was he supposed to be happy? Without realizing, he glanced at Will. Not that handsome. Was Giselle blind?! Giselle, who had no idea what had happened, didn't have much mind to bother about Maverick's change of face. Anyway, Maverick's cold face seemed to be permanent, cooling down every once in a while. She, quite secretively, wanted to help Mr. Frankie, who seemed quite good. Thus, she invited Will very warmly, "Mr. Frankie, you've come to the hospital so early. You must not have had breakfast. Would you like to join us?" She looked at Will with a brilliant smile on her face. And behind her, Maverick's expression turned even grimmer. Harper didn't know if it was due to Giselle misunderstanding her that made her awkward. She said, "Giselle, Mr. Frankie may have his own things to do." "I don't have anything to do." Will nodded at Giselle, "Okay." And so, they formed a group of four for breakfast. On this journey, aside from Will and Giselle who were genuinely happy, the other two had different emotions. As they walked out of the hospital gates, unexpectedly, they saw Steward. He looked like he had a hangover, as if he hadn't slept all night. The first road out of the hospital wasn't wide. Steward was standing on the opposite side, under a tilted plane tree. Within one night, he looked as worn out as if he had changed into a different person. When Giselle saw Steward, he instinctively stretched out his right hand and pulled Harper to his side. A protective gesture. But Steward just stood there, looking at Harper. He didn't step forward, he didn't dare. That night, Steward pondered over many things and finally understood what a jerk he had been. He was lost. Lost for so long, it was too late when he regained his sobriety. He lost the most important person. Steward's gaze was straight, locked on Harper's face. Yet Harper, after a night of intoxication, was indifferent, calm and didn't even leave a glance or a trace of change in her demeanor for Steward.