"Adele!" Glades Horne's brows knitted together; he was displeased with Adele Horne's attitude towards Julia Bluen. He reached for his phone, intending to call Dr. Lei, but Adele stopped him. Assuming she shared Julia's dislike for Dr. Lei, he glared at Adele and ordered sternly, "Go see the doctor."
"I won't go! I just won't! It's better if I die from this illness; then I won't speak ill of your Julia anymore." Adele's petulant nature didn't fade even while she was ill. As she spoke, she glared at Julia Bluen again.
Julia Bluen showed no reaction to Adele's previous action, just arching an eyebrow before exchanging an unfathomable look with Glades Horne. Then, she gave Adele a faint smile. To Adele, that smile felt like needles pricking her eyes.
Julia must be happy that I'm sick! Adele fumed, her resentment towards Julia deepening. If my brother had married Orlando Evans, Orlando would have been heartbroken to see me sick, running back and forth to take care of me.
