“Well…” April tried hard to keep a straight face, finding Vania’s words amusing. That’s cute, Mrs. Luke. Now, Hanson is a sleeping beauty to you. On the other hand, Hanson was desperate to know what was on Vania’s mind upon hearing her question.
“Nope, I’m sure that he is not sleeping. If he was, he would have been awoken by Larry’s cries. Rest assured, Mrs. Luke. Hanson is going to be fine.”
Vania nodded doubtfully, but when she recalled the way they treated her, she reminded April about her identity to confirm her suspicion. “Is there any chance that you might have mistaken me for someone else? I’m Vania, not Hanson’s wife, Melanie.” Worried that Hanson might not have made it clear to April about her identity, Vania found it a little strange to be addressed as Mrs. Luke. She was not Hanson’s wife, after all.
“There is no way I would mistake you for someone else. You were the one who was caught in an accident earlier and hospitalized after that, weren’t you?” April was confident that he would not mistake Vania for someone else.
Vania nodded in response. “Well, you’re right. That was me indeed.” She then recalled a man who was looking at her strangely when he was patrolling the wards last time, realizing April to be that man in hindsight.
“I knew I was right. I’ve been hanging around with Hanson for so long and have not noticed any lady who’s close to him besides you. As such, there is no way I’m wrong about that.”
Soon, Vania curiously asked, “Are you close friends with Hanson?” Judging from the way he addresses Hanson, I’m sure they know each other.
“Of course. We’ve known each other since we were children.”
Childhood friends, huh? That sounds close enough to me. Has he not seen Melanie before? She is the mother of Hanson’s children, so why does this guy still keep calling me Mrs. Luke?
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