Today, Micheal brought Mia over. He just wanted to apologize and compensate Gabrielle accordingly. There was nothing else he intended to do but that.
However, Mia's enthusiasm seemed a bit too much for him.
"Oh, I see," Mia replied with an apparent disappointment on her face. She sensed Michael's annoyance, so she decided not to provoke him anymore. After all, nothing good would ever come out if he got annoyed.
"Miss Jones, we're leaving now. If you finally have the requirements, please feel free to contact me at any time," Michael said in the most businesslike tone he could. With that, he turned around and left.
For some reason, Mia did not leave and instead walked over to Gabrielle. "Miss Jones, do you have a boyfriend?" she asked with great interest.
"No," Gabrielle answered without even thinking about it.
It was true, though. She really did not have a boyfriend. Westley was just her husband in paper, so they were technically not a real couple. She would divorce him once Nellie came back.
"That's great. My brother doesn't have a girlfriend either. Would you consider—"
"Mia, I said let's go now!" Micheal shouted by the door. He had heard Mia's absurdity, so he immediately called her to stop. He knew that she would blabber nonsense as soon as she was out of his sight, and he did not want that.
"I'm coming!" Mia shouted back while rolling her eyes.
"Miss Jones, I'm serious about what I've said. Think about it. My brother is a great man. If you want, I can send you his information later. I swear he's not fierce and cold usually. He's actually a warm-hearted man once you get to know him," Mia hurriedly said, deliberately emphasizing her brother's traits. As soon as she said those words, she finally left.
True enough, Gabrielle received the file not long after as Mia promised. It was about Micheal.
From his basic information to his love life, everything was indicated there. Gabrielle figured at once what exactly Mia was trying to do.
Unfortunately, regardless of how amazing Micheal was, she was not interested.
Gabrielle did not reply to Mia's message. Instead, she locked her phone and threw it aside. Then, as she lay on the bed, her eyes felt heavy, and drowsiness caught her eventually.
The next day, because she was not seriously ill, she was finally discharged from the hospital.
It was Westley who picked her up. Of course, he did not come there of his own volition. Miley forced him, and there was nothing else he could do about it.
Gabrielle was well-aware of it, so she did not take it to heart when she saw his sullen face early in the morning.
After all, she never expected that he would pick her up, nor would he be kind to her.
Thanks to Mia, Gabrielle learned that it was Micheal who saved her and not Westley. As a result, she detested Westley even more.
Westley was a liar, and he took credit for something that he did not do. If it were not for Micheal and Mia, Gabrielle would never have known the truth.
"Have you finished packing up, Gabrielle? I've already asked Alvin to go through the discharge procedure for you. He's waiting for us upstairs. We can go back now if you're done," Miley thoughtfully said while looking at her.
Truth be told, it was the first time that Gabrielle had met someone who cared about her so much.
"Thanks a lot, Grandma. Yes, I'm done packing up. You know, I'm fine. I could've been discharged yesterday," Gabrielle replied while looking at Miley with a smile.
"Westley, help Gabrielle and take her bag. Let's go now," Miley ordered.
In this world, only she could order Westley like that.
"I... I do. In fact, I like you very much. I've never experienced the feeling of being loved by my grandparents as they died a long time ago. Thank you for giving me a chance to experience it," Gabrielle said gratefully. She had always been appreciative of the beautiful things she had been given, including having someone whom she could regard as her grandmother.
Fortunately, she could also tell how others sincerely feel towards her.
"I see that you really like me. Well, I like you too, so I hope you live a good life in the Morris. Please stop thinking about leaving us every day," Miley urged. Although it was not apparent in her face, she could coax anyone into doing what she thought was best. That being said, she would do everything she could to make Gabrielle stay.
Gabrielle liked Miley, but she knew her place. She might have had sex with Westley already, but it was not enough reason for her to be with him.
"Grandma, I like you, and I know that you feel the same towards me. Even so, my marriage with Westley is only temporary. We have no feelings for each other, and I have to leave once Nellie comes back," Gabrielle insisted despite knowing that what she had said would only anger Miley. Nevertheless, she still wanted to make it clear to the old woman.
"Gabrielle, did you really have to piss me off? Do you want me to have a heart attack?" Miley asked with a feigned scowl. She was only pretending to be angry in order to persuade Gabrielle even more.
Just as Miley had anticipated, Gabrielle was taken aback and felt a little frightened.
"Grandma, I... I didn't mean that. I don't want anything to happen to you. If anything, I wish you live a long life."
"Gabrielle, I don't care whether Nellie comes back or not. As long as I'm alive, Westley can never divorce you nor marry her. I was the one who asked you to go to the registration office. Without my permission, nobody can divorce you," Miley said in an unusually daunting voice.
Of course, she had gone through a lot more than Gabrielle and knew how to hit the nail on the head. She must admit, she was indeed intimidating when she said those words.
"Grandma, let's go home now," Gabrielle said in defeat. She knew better than to press Miley regarding that matter.
Besides, Westley would definitely find a way to divorce her once Nellie came back. It was better to leave it to him instead.
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