Chapter 283

"No." The young nurse shook her head, "It was a hotel collapse." She lowered her voice as she mentioned this, "I heard that the hotel had recently undergone renovation and secretly demolished the load-bearing walls. The incident is now under investigation. It's causing a huge fuss. Sigh~" The young nurse let out a sigh, "You don't know how horrendous it was." Of course, as one of the victims, Giselle, the young nurse obviously wouldn't disclose the horrific scene to him. Instead, she simply said, "You are truly lucky to have had your friend with you, otherwise, the odds wouldn't have been in your favor." "How is my friend doing?" Giselle asked immediately. The young nurse responded, "When he was brought in, his vital signs were stable, but he had other issues. He has been transferred to the Finceland Hospital now." After she had finished adjusting the IV drip, she turned to leave, but suddenly turned back, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Your friend, in his attempt to save you, bit his own finger. If it weren't for the little blood he had fed you, you might not have made it." "What did you say...?" Giselle was completely taken aback. The young nurse said, "Maybe I said too much, but I think it's very touching. I believe this is something you should know." The young nurse was young and had just watched a heartbreaking, regret-filled romantic movie a few days ago - she was still in quite an emotional state. After the young nurse left, Giselle lay silently on the bed, watching the drip from the IV fall drop by drop. The door was pushed open again and outside stood not only Maverick, but also Andrew and 18Ninja. 18Ninja came straight to Giselle as soon as she entered, "Thank God. I'm glad you're okay." Giselle's hotel collapse incident was something she heard from Andrew. As soon she heard about it, she immediately came over with Andrew. "Why did you go to a hotel that far away?" The words came out unexpectedly, unintentionally questioned. As soon as Giselle opened her mouth, she heard Maverick, standing next to her, speak simultaneously with Andrew, "You two chat." Then he turned around and left the sick room. Giselle stared at Maverick's retreating figure until it had completely disappeared from her sight, then turned back to 18Ninja and said, "I just randomly picked a hotel, wanting some quiet." At that time, she really just wanted some peace, to settle down, to give herself some space, to digest some things properly. Who would have known—18Ninja grimly remarked, "You're really out of luck." After that, she cursed," The manager of that hotel must have a hole in his brain, daring to demolish the load-bearing walls, harming so many people." The hotel collapse this time resulted in many casualties. In one word, it was dreadful! The government took this incident very seriously, investigating it thoroughly. But 18Ninja didn't dare to broach the topic too much, fearing the post-traumatic Giselle might be psychologically affected, so he turned the discussion to another matter, "It's been revealed that Belinda framed Harper." This was the only good news for Giselle in these days, "How did it come to light?" As for the specifics, 18Ninja didn't know. It was Andrew who addressed it, "Steward paid a high price to get Belinda’s agent to talk. The video previously sent to the internet from the underground parking lot was shot by Belinda’s agent, and the two had discussions on WeChat about how to frame Harper, plus other things...In any case, both of them have been imprisoned now. To make the agent willing to abandon his career and squat in jail for a few years, the amount Steward gave was no small sum." "This matter should indeed have been resolved by him." As for how it was resolved, Giselle didn't care in the slightest. All she knew was that Harper's grievances had been cleared, and no one would be pointing fingers at her, calling her a heartless doctor anymore. She didn’t know when 18Ninja and Andrew had left. She didn't even remember when she fell asleep again. She only knew that when she woke up in the middle of the night, Maverick was sitting quietly on a chair. The room light was off, its faint shadow stretched by the hallway light, looking more indistinct and silent. "Maverick." In the dimly lit room, Giselle called out Maverick's name and slightly sat up, "Why aren't you sleeping?" Maverick ignored her. He stood up, ready to exit the room once more. Suddenly, Giselle cried out in rush, "Are you mad at me?" Maverick paused, stopping in his tracks. As Giselle stared at his standing silhouette, she felt the air around her becoming suffocating. She bit her lip nervously, "Maverick, I have something to tell you." "I don't want to hear it." With those icy words, the room door was slammed shut forcefully. Giselle looked down, biting her lips tightly. So, Maverick really was upset with her. Yet, she felt that, she didn't have the right to ask for forgiveness. At the end of the corridor, Maverick took out a pack of cigarettes. When he took out a stick, his fingers were red, filled with mottled, weary wounds. He lit a cigarette, each drag made the image of Giselle with a bloody trace at the corner of her mouth even clearer in his mind. She had met Patrick. In order to meet him, she cleverly slipped away from the people he arranged. In order to meet him, she refused to take his phone calls. In order to meet him, they went to such a distant hotel. ..... Maverick suppressed the turbulence and clamor in his heart, puffing on his cigarette, but it was of no use. The nicotine couldn't keep down; with every puff he took, these questions became clearer. He didn't understand what charm Patrick possessed. Giselle said that there was something she wanted to discuss with him. Giselle sneered, did she still think that Patrick, with his frail body, could make amends with her? Patrick was about to die. Let alone his original kidney failure, if the rescue was delayed for another moment yesterday, he would have probably died. What could a man on his deathbed compete with him for? When Maverick returned to the ward again, Giselle wasn't sleeping. The moment he stepped in, she straightened up a bit, as if waiting for him. Maverick cast a chill glance at her, expressing no emotion as he sat down on his original chair, then lifted his head to meet Giselle's gaze head-on, his gaze was exceptionally cold, without a hint of warmth to be found. This made Giselle speak with a careful tone as she apologized first, "Maverick, I'm sorry." This 'I'm sorry' made Maverick feel even colder. "I didn't intentionally ignore your calls. I didn't hear them, I really didn't." This was the truth. Perhaps, the incident that day greatly shocked Giselle. She missed three consecutive calls without noticing. But Maverick evidently didn't believe such an excuse. He sneered lightly, "Of course. With Patrick there, how could you pay attention to anything else?" Forget the calls, she probably wouldn't even notice Maverick himself standing right in front of her. "No, that's not it." Giselle said, "It wasn't because of him, Maverick. That day, I didn't intend to see him." "You didn't intend to see him..." Maverick narrowed his eyes slightly. He repeated her words, then laughed quietly. After that, he looked at Giselle with even colder eyes, "Then why don't you tell me why both of you were at the same hotel?"