Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 142

About an hour later, the operating theater doors opened.

The moment they did, Megan’s body stiffened and she instinctively glanced at Charles. She was terrified that he would rush over to Sophia now and cause her emotions to run rampant again.

However, Charles just looked toward the operating theater for a while without moving. Eventually, he asked the doctor who had emerged from the room, “How is she?”

“It’s nothing serious.” The doctor took off his mask and wiped the sweat from his brow. “The only problem is that Ms. White is simply too feeble. She needs some proper rest. If you happen to know anyone who’s at loggerheads with her, you should advise them to stay away from her for the next few days.”

When she heard that, Megan gulped and stole a glance at Charles. At her last look, he just happened to be looking her way too. Her entire body went cold and she hastily lowered her head, too afraid to peek anymore.

“...Alright.” Charles looked into the operating theater for a bit longer, his well-defined fingers clenching into a brief fist before unclenching again. Then, he turned and walked toward the elevators.

Megan watched him leave, her spine relaxing slightly. Her nerves were still taut, though.

“You’re Megan Zander, right?” Charles suddenly turned around and asked her.

“Huh?” Megan’s heart skipped a beat and she immediately straightened her back again. Her voice shook slightly as she said, “Yes, I’m Megan Zander. M-e-g-a-n.”

“I see.” Charles said calmly, “Take half a month off.”

With that, he strode into the elevator.

It was only when the elevator doors closed that Megan finally recovered. Did Mr. Harris really just give her half the month off out of the blue? Was it because he wanted her to take care of Sophia?

She pushed some strands of hair behind her ear, mumbling something under her breath as she followed the nurse who was wheeling Sophia back to her room.

Perhaps the anesthesia had not worn off yet, but Sophia was still fast asleep. Megan reckoned that she might have made much ado over nothing. If she had known that Sophia would be out cold, she would not have said those disrespectful things to Mr. Harris earlier.

Ding!

The elevator reached the ground floor.

Charles alighted from it and bumped into Leah at the hospital doors as he was leaving. She was sitting in her wheelchair, a bouquet of flowers on her knee. The person standing behind her wheelchair was not William, but a servant of the Joneses.

“Hi, Charles,” Leah called out gently. “Are you here to visit Sophia too?”

Charles gave her a look and tugged at the corners of his mouth. He replied to her question with one of his own, “How did you know I’m here?”

“Huh?” There was a flash of surprise on Leah’s pretty face, followed by a smile. “I think you might have misunderstood something, Charles. I’m here at the hospital today to visit Sophia, not to see you.”

Charles snorted softly, then turned and walked away without a word. There was no hesitation at all in his motions.

“Charles!” Leah frowned a little, but soon her brow eased up. She called out to him, “I want to visit Sophia, yes, but there’s also a small matter I’d like to discuss with you.”

Charles stopped and turned around. However, he did not walk back to her, instead looking at her from a distance with a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Did Walter tell you I’m here?”

Walter was the Harrises’ driver. Since Charles’ mother would not tell Leah where he was, Walter would be the only remaining option.

“I’m looking for you for something, so I just asked Walter. Don’t overthink it.” Leah sighed softly, a hint of exasperation in her eyes.

Charles chuckled. “I’m overthinking? You always seem to know where I am. Are you in contact with Walter?”