Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 225

Charles's POV:

Ever since Scarlett's accident, I had been sleeping lightly.

I woke up early in the morning today, right after the crack of dawn. I studied Scarlett's sleeping face, and reached out to touch her soft hair.

What happened between us? Only when Scarlett was asleep would she stay with me obediently and stop saying such hurtful words, or insist on how much she wanted to leave me.

My phone rang, interrupting my train of thoughts. I picked it up and answered the call, and then headed to the ward downstairs.

Inside, I was greeted with the sight of Spencer lying weakly on the bed. His face was pale and bloodless, all color gone. His right foot was covered in a plaster, unable to move at all. David and Vivian were in the ward as well, accompanying him.

"What on earth happened?" I frowned, my brows furrowed slightly.

"The patient downed a whole bottle of wine and then insisted on having a car race. Sadly, he crashed before he managed to drive out of the parking lot. The result is as you see." Vivian spread out her hands casually as she explained the situation at hand, her face filled with mockery.

"Hey! I was on the road at the gate of the parking lot! Strictly speaking, I've already driven out of the parking lot when it happened!" Spencer was still loud and talkative despite his injured foot.

"Well, you should feel lucky that you crashed into the gate of the parking lot. If you really made it to the main road, you'd be a corpse right now." Vivian shot him a disapproving glance, her eyes cold.

"Don't curse me like that, woman!"

I was slightly puzzled. What was wrong with Spencer, exactly?

Did he end up like this because he found out that something happened to Scarlett?

"Didn't you say you've prepared a birthday gift for Scarlett yesterday? Where is it?" I chimed in, interrupting the quarrel between the two.

"Oh, no! It's still in the car!" Spencer came to his senses immediately after I asked. He looked regretful. "Darn it! What bad luck!"

"Why on earth did you go for a race after drinking? That's dangerous, and illegal. Are you aware of what you've done?" David was confused, curious as to why Spencer had done something so foolhardy.

Everyone in the ward, including myself, fixed our eyes on Spencer. He turned his head sideways, looking somewhat uneasy, and then shot an awkward glance at Vivian.

"I... I confessed my love to him last night," Vivian finally muttered quietly. I could hear a slight bitterness in her tone.

She confessed her love for Spencer?

This revelation made me smug.

To think Spencer would encounter such a girl problem! This went beyond my expectations.

"You know, Spencer. Since Vivian has taken the initiative to explain... How about you man up and say something? Do you have feelings for her as well?" David couldn't help but ask, still uncertain.

Spencer, however, didn't say a word. He simply lowered his head, as if it was his head rather than his foot that was injured.

His reaction turned Vivian's face pale. She bit her lips, depressed, but quickly forced a smile on her face a second later.

"Well, you guys take care of him. I'm leaving."

So saying, Vivian rose from her seat and strode out of the hospital, disappearing soon after.

"Okay, she's gone. Now, can you tell us the truth?" David reached to pat Spencer on the back. He was quite rough with his movements, and caused Spencer to scream in pain.

"Hey, man! I'm a patient now!" Spencer protested, trying to squeeze out pity from us.

He let out a dejected sigh before he started to confide to us. "To tell you the truth, when my car crashed at the parking lot... All I could think about was one person."

He raised his eyes timidly, and an inexplicable heat rose, coloring his pale face red.

"It... it was Vivian. At that critical moment, I could only think of her. After I was injured, I immediately called her."

"God, you're such an idiot." David shook his head, aggravated. He was annoyed that Spencer didn't live up to his expectations. He raised his hand to hit Spencer, but in the end, he thought against it. "Isn't it obvious? You've fallen in love with Vivian! Look, don't keep her in suspense anymore. Tell her how you feel."

David's words pushed Spencer into heavy silence. Spencer kept mum, saying nothing.

"Why are you still hesitating?" I said lightly, gazing at Spencer. "If you really love her, go and confess your love to her as soon as possible."

If he let Vivian go, I was certain he would regret it immensely.

I couldn't help but laugh. Listening to Spencer's energetic voice, I knew he was fine.

"Happy birthday, Scarlett." Seeing my smile, Spencer continued, "It's just, my birthday gift for you is still in the car. I don't know if it's damaged or not."

David smiled at Spencer's words, amused.

"I'm still here, Scarlett?" Charles, who had been neglected all this while, suddenly opened his mouth to speak. He was gritting his teeth, his annoyance obvious.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly dropped a few degrees colder.

It was so typical of Charles! He was the one who came here to visit a patient, but of course, he just had to make sure that all the attention was on him.

My eyes swept pass Charles as I ignored his sulky outburst, resting on David.

"It's great that you're here, David. I actually wanted to invite you to be a guest for our next show. What do you think?"

David said politely, smiling, "It's my honor, Scarlett."

Spencer chimed in excitedly, "I want to go too! Even if I have to sit on a wheelchair, I still want to go!"

At this point, Charles's face was now covered with a layer of frost. His sharp, hawk-like eyes fell on David.

David understood the hint. He smiled and added, "How about all three of us go to your show?"

"There's no need for Charles to be in the show." I shook my head deliberately. "He's not a sponsor. It's inappropriate for him to appear in my show with you two. Besides, I think you and Spencer are will be just perfect."

This only served to intensify Charles's burning anger. He rubbed his hair irritably, like a lion whose food had been snatched away forcefully. Seeing him so angry filled me with satisfaction.

"But you see, Scarlett. Charles is the most outstanding young man in our generation," David commented gently, trying to smooth things over. "Then he'll have to wait until next year. We already have enough guests for this year," I said casually, waiting eagerly for Charles's next response.

"I don't care!" Charles, unable to stand it anymore, exploded in anger. He stood up, furious, and stormed out of the ward in that instant.

His tantrum almost made me burst into laughter.