Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard) novel Chapter 453

Chapter 453 Putting on a Show 

I thought that Leonard would finally back off once I had signed the documents. But no–he came to the hospital almost daily, bringing along a foreign medical team and, of course, reporters. His image as a devoted husband couldn’t falter, and he was putting in every effort to keep up the act. 

Julian, who had already devised a new treatment plan, was furious every time and ended up arguing with him. 

“Leonard, I’m warning you–no. Eva is my patient! Get your team out of here. This isn’t your family’s hospital.” 

Leonard crossed his arms, unbothered. “But Eva isn’t your test subject either. I have reason to believe the drugs you’re using on her are in the clinical trial phase overseas. That’s not exactly by the book, is it? Julian, I just want to help her recover. Why make this difficult?” 

Julian didn’t budge, and with Jill’s support and my insistence on Julian’s treatment, Leonard was ultimately sent packing. 

After several failed attempts, I assumed he would give up. Unfortunately, I underestimated him. 

To pressure me into compliance, he decided to target the Popes. At first, I didn’t know about it until Jill slipped up during a visit. She wouldn’t say much, though, and eventually stopped replying to my messages altogether. 

The next time Leonard showed up, I didn’t stop him. 

“Have you learned about the Pope family’s situation?” 

He smiled calmly while I stared at him coldly. 

“You’re already locked in a life–or–death battle with Luca, yet you still have the time to target other people?” 

He nodded with a smile. “Of course. You’re also part of my strategy against Luca. Relax, I’m not asking for much. I’ll just drop by every now and then, maybe take a few selfies together. You don’t mind, do you? A couple of photos, and I’ll make sure your dear friend’s family won’t have to pay a penny. Sounds like a good deal, doesn’t it?” 

ནཱནཾ, ‘‘ 

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and actually took a selfie with me. He examined the photo, seeming unsatisfied. 

“Eva, where’s your wig? You look better with long hair.” 

I leaned against the bed, looking at him coldly. “No, take it or leave it. But since you’ve taken a photo, keep your word about leaving the Popes alone. Don’t push my limits.” 

Leonard searched around before finally realizing there was no wig in sight. With a sigh, he pulled me up and took a few more photos until he was content. “Relax. I’m not interested in the F&B industry. Eva, focus on getting better. You have no idea how many people envy you. They all say you’re blessed and lucky.” 

I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his words. I closed my eyes, ignoring him. 

That night, Jill burst into my hospital ward. I was half–asleep when I felt someone hugging me tightly. 

She was crying so hard she could barely breathe.