After examination, Henson carried Wendy out of the hospital.
The doctor said because her ankle could easily be twisted again, so she should be careful.
After using the medicine, Wendy planed to limp and jump out. But Henson directly carried her up to his breast and brought her out of the hospital.
Wendy buried her face in his chest for the whole time.
It wasn't because she was touched; she felt shame.
When they returned home, Henson carried her to the bedroom in front of Donald. "Tell Howell the class will be at Wendy’s room. Besides, ask Baron to drive Wendy to school every day until her legs are healed."
"Mr. Charles, I am just OK. I don't need a driver, and …"
"You got hurt for you went to the dinner with me. I should be responsible for it. Donald, take care of Miss Evans. "
Henson left then.
Donald answered respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Charles."
She felt much pressure.
The next day, Baron really sent her to the school.
Just when she got off from the car, Wendy saw Bain and his Porsche.
Many students passing by were taking pictures of his car.
Bain didn't care about that and walked towards Wendy.
She shifted her gaze to get the walking sticks from Baron.
"Baron, you are free now. I'll go into the school by myself."
Baron left while Bain walked over.
Seeing the bandages on her legs, Bain felt worried, "Wendy, what happened to your feet?"
It was an unmarked, kinda familiar and unfamiliar phone number.
She glanced at Bain and turned around to pick up the phone, "Hello."
"Come to see me today when you are free."
"Sir, you called the wrong phone number for I don't know you."
"Wendy Nicholson!" The man berated, "How dare you to speak to me like that?"
Wendy clenched her fists, "You are wrong. My name is Wendy Evans. Once my mother wanted me to become Wendy Nicholson before, but Mr. Nicholson, you strongly opposed it at that time. So I hope Mr. Nicholson can call my real name. Also, please don't call me again. Bye!"
She then hung up without any hesitation.
Bain looked at her with worry, "It is from dad, right?"
Wendy replied dryly, "I have no father. Your surname is Nicholson But mine is Evans. So stop calling me sister and don't come to me again. I don't want to get in touch with the Nicholson family anymore. "
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