“Is it because of Casper?” He couldn’t think of any other reason.
Eliza really didn’t want to drag anyone else into this mess. But David always assumed her refusal had something to do with Casper. His constant speculations were exhausting.
“This has nothing to do with anyone. I won’t marry you, and I certainly won’t marry him again. I’m not marrying anyone...” She didn’t want to continue the conversation. Her expression turned colder and more distant.
“...David, my dad still needs to arrange his surgery, so I’m not seeing you out.” David’s lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he stayed silent.
“If you need anything, just let me know.” He gave Eliza a complicated look, then turned and left.
...
Meanwhile, in the same hospital, Chelsea was holding Brock’s hand, rushing towards the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, she called out, “Hold the elevator, please!”
The man inside quickly pressed the open button, and the doors slid back open. Chelsea entered without looking up and said, “Thanks.”
Caleb, with his hands in his pockets, gave Chelsea a quick glance before turning his attention to Brock. The little guy looked clean and neat, seemingly well-behaved. He looked a bit like... in his eyes and brows, somewhat reminiscent of his... brother. Could it be...
Caleb couldn’t help but stare at Chelsea again. She was young, pretty, and tall. Even with her thick clothes, it was clear she had a good figure. Could she be a love child his brother had outside? No, that couldn’t be right. Such coincidences don’t happen.
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