Maxwell responded flatly, the pain on the back of his hand drawing his attention. He looked down at his palm wrapped like a dumpling, pondered for a few seconds, and then turned his cold eyes toward the car window.
A voice deep inside, only audible to himself, softly arose.
Scarlett, do you really not remember me? Nor what you promised me?
No one answered him.
He pulled up a weary smile at the corners of his mouth, rubbed his tired eyes, and let out an almost inaudible sigh.
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On the way back, Scarlett's phone rang.
A familiar name flashed on the screen.
She stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds, then hung up the call.
A few seconds later, the phone screen lit up again.
The familiar name jumped and flashed on the screen once more.
Scarlett unhesitatingly cut it off again.
"Miss, we're here." The taxi stopped outside the hospital entrance. After paying, Scarlett opened the car door and got out, and at that instant, her phone rang again.
