Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 141

Charles clenched the phone and asked coldly, "Do you know the reason?"

"... I do." The person's voice turned softer and softer. "His aunt’s name is Felicia Lucas. She has been a servant for the Whites for several years. She told Dr. Ian a lot about you and Ms. White. Hence, his impression of you… is pretty bad."

Not ‘pretty bad’ but ‘extremely bad’. He just did not have the nerve to say it.

Charles raised his eyelids but did not say anything about it. Instead, he said, "Give me Aunt Felicia’s current address and contact information."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Suddenly—

Patter.

Charles turned around subconsciously when he heard the sound of the door opening and looked at the door of the ward.

Megan had half of her body in the ward, half of her body outside. She was holding onto the doorknob with her back facing him, currently saying goodbye to Sophia. "I will see you again tomorrow. If Mr. Harris comes to you, then treat him as… Just treat him like a cabbage. Don't get mad at him. The doctor said that you can’t be agitated, okay?"

Charles looked at Sophia lying on the hospital bed through the crack of the door. She was so scrawny now that her slightly chubby cheeks from two years ago were now sunken, looking a little less childish than before. Her facial features looked three-dimensional and even carried a slightly pleasing yet inexplicable charm.

However… he felt a pang in his heart at the sight of her.

Was this heartache?

Was his heart aching because he liked her?

Sophia saw him and frowned. She took one glance at him before looking away as though she had seen something filthy.

Charles clearly noticed her reaction. His stuffy chest was a little painful and a little itchy. It felt as though someone was pricking his heart with a needle over and over again.

It was not fatal, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

He did not know if this was what Zachary was referring to when he said that he liked her. He had never been in a relationship, so he did not know what it was like to like someone. All he knew was that he had never experienced such discomfort when Sophia was clinging onto him every day in the past before they turned 18.

Megan’s mouth flattened when she did not get Sophia’s response after a very long time. "Sophia, did you hear what I said? If Mr. Harris..."

"When did you start to enjoy peeping at others, Mr. Harris?" Sophia interrupted Megan, her gaze falling on Charles who was standing behind Megan. There was a hint of sarcasm in her indifferent voice.

"!" Megan's pupils contracted. She followed Sophia's gaze stiffly, the area under the corner of her left eye twitching a few times. Her face alternated between bright red, blue, and white.

She swallowed her saliva and said sheepishly, “Mr… Mr. Harris, you’re still here, eh? What… What a coincidence. Hehe."

She chuckled foolishly when she reached the end of her sentence, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

Fortunately what she said earlier was ‘treat Mr. Harris like a cabbage’, not ‘treat it as though Mr. Harris is farting’... Even so, it seemed like the current situation was no better.

"Recently," Charles said as he looked at Sophia.

Sophia frowned and looked down to avoid his gaze.

Megan stood awkwardly between the two. No part of her body was comfortable including her head, arms, legs, buttocks, and back. She stole a glance at Charles, feeling as though someone was roasting her on top of a fire.

"Megan," Sophia called out as she looked at Megan's pale face.

Megan turned to look at her. She felt like weeping but had no tears. "What's the matter?"

"I’d like to talk to Mr. Harris alone. Why don’t you go back first?" Sophia licked her dry lips and said.