Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 431

The military officers and SWAT officers followed right behind him while lugging Charles and the Cox brothers with them.

“Charles, you——” Sterling called out. He was about to run after them but Yvette stopped him. “Don’t go after them, Ster.”

The group of men continued walking ahead and soon disappeared from Sterling’s sight.

Sterling had not expected Charles to protect him at a critical moment as such. Worried and exasperated, he turned to Yvette. “Aunt Harris, how can you just watch Charles get taken away like this? Is there nothing you can do?”

The Harris and Cox families were not people whom anyone could easily provoke.

Aunt Harris was part of both the Harris and Cox family so she should not even tolerate such treatment!

Yvette rubbed her temples gently and looked at Sylvia who was bandaging Jax’s wounds. Instead of responding to his statement, she changed the topic. “Where is Soph? I would like to see her.”

She had not expected Soph to be caught in the crossfire of both the Harris and Cox family and their other rivalries.

If she had known, she would not have helped Soph pursue Charles. If that was the case, things would not have turned out the way they did and Soph would have been better off, no?

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“Mrs. White, I can choose not to accept your apology, can’t I?” Victor said with a small frown.

Nicole replied with an embarrassed laugh. “I acted too rashly just now and said some offensive things to you, it’s only right for you to stay angry at me, Dr. Hemingway. However, whether you want to accept my apology, I still have to apologize to you and let you know that I’m sorry.”

She took a bow and continued in a sincere tone, “I’m sorry, Dr. Hemingway. I would also like to thank you for all your care toward Soph in the past. Truly, thank you very much.”

“Are you done apologizing? If so, you can leave now, Mrs. White.” Victor sneered.

He understood where she was coming from and he knew why she would suspect him but he needed a valid excuse so he could stay here in the room.

Moreover, it was only natural for him to pretend to be furious after being ‘misunderstood’ like that. It was a normal reaction for the average person. He would only come off as suspicious if he was not upset at all.

Nicole fidgeted her hands and she seemed quite flustered. She wanted to apologize again but there was nothing more she could say. It was meaningless for her to repeat the same thing over and over again.

“Mrs. White, you’re not asking me to help keep Ms. White company again, are you?” Victor snorted lightly before continuing, “My Aunt Lucy has always nagged me to take good care of Ms. White, yet I was deeply misunderstood by you. It doesn’t make sense for me to continue looking after Ms. White’s body now, does it?”

Nicole let out an awkward, dry cough. “It’s all my fault for what happened earlier and I sincerely apologize to you, Dr. Hemingway. Alright then, I’ll… leave now.”

After how bad she had doubted the doctor just now, no apology of hers would make him forget about what happened.

The only thing she could do now was to let it pass and visit him sometime later bearing gifts for another apology.

Victor said nothing as he opened the door, silently motioning for her to leave the room.

Nicole bowed at him once again before turning to leave.

Dr. Hemingway could think whatever he wanted, but she could not stay here any longer. Soph was all alone in the room now so she had to go back to keep her company…

Victor stood by the door and watched as she entered the room where ‘Sophia’ was supposedly at before he went back into the room and closed the door after him.

“Ms. White?” He looked around the room and called out gently.

With the injuries she bore, there was no way she could have left the room all by herself.

Knock knock!

A soft knocking sound came from the small cabinet by the bed.

If Nicole were to find out that she was not dead, Nicole would surely act differently and there was the possibility of Sylvia and the rest of them noticing something.

If Sylvia and the rest of them discovered that she was still alive, they would try to harm her again and her plan would not work!

Victor looked down at her in hesitation. “Ms. White, if you keep this up, there’s a high risk of your wounds getting infected. I don’t know what are you thinking, but as a doctor, I can’t just watch you suffer like this.”

With that, he strode out of the room.

The fortunate thing was that Nicole was not by the door when he left the room. He did not see her anywhere either as he hurried away.

However, Sophia was in critical condition. By the time Victor returned to the room with a first kit, her eyes were closed and she had lost consciousness.

He placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature, only to find out that she was burning up. Her wounds must have gotten infected and caused the fever. For critical burn patients, the mortality rate was alarmingly high if their fever was not regulated and their infected wounds were left untreated.

Victor was not skilled in this department of care and he was worrying so much he began to sweat.

He looked at Sophia who was lying on the bed uncomfortably as if she was having a nightmare. After hesitating for a slight moment, he took his phone out and called his mother.

“Mom, a friend of mine has had severe burns that are now infected. We’re at Ward 1206 right now, can you get someone to come over… She has burn wounds all over her body and she’s having a high fever. Right, okay. I’ll keep track of her body temperature, please hurry up on your side too.”

Madam Hemingway moved quickly and was here in less than three minutes with several other medical staff.

“Which friend of yours is this? How did she suffer such injuries?” Madam Hemingway cast a glance at Sophia and asked. The body was so disfigured by the fire that she could barely recognize whether it was a male and female, but somehow, she could not help but think that the body looked familiar.

Worried that he might rouse any suspicions and delay treatment time, he simply ignored her and said to the doctor and nurses. “I’m counting on you, thank you.”

“Son.” The more Madam Hemingway studied the body, the more she felt a sense of familiarity. “Have I met this friend of yours? Why do I feel like I’ve seen her before?”