How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 195

“Ms. Spencer, you’ve come to see Mr. Brown?” Fitch said with a smile, taking the gift box from Winifred’s hands. “You’re too kind, Ms. Spencer. You shouldn’t have brought anything.”

When Yvan saw Winifred, his eyes lit up.

Winifred looked at Fitch, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Fitch, I never imagined we were so connected. Your boss turns out to be my ex-boyfriend, and my friend happens to be your friend.”

Fitch froze, then chuckled awkwardly, subconsciously scratching his nose. “Y-yes, quite a coincidence.”

Winifred ignored him and walked to Yvan’s bedside. “Yvan, I need to speak with you alone.”

Yvan said softly, “Fitch, you can go out for a bit.”

“Of course.” Fitch was eager to escape. He set down the gift box and hurried out, closing the door behind him.

“The person living next door to me is you, isn't it?” Winifred asked, staring at Yvan.

Yvan’s hand tightened on the bedsheet. After a few seconds, he answered, “…Yes.”

“You’ve been spying on me and following me?”

“…Yes.”

Winifred gritted her teeth. “And you were the one who had Fitch and Molly get close to me? The cake, the concert—that was all you too?”

“…Yes.”

“And the person I was chatting with… that was also you?”

“…Yes.”

Winifred’s face was dark as thunder. “Yvan,” she said with a cold laugh, “you’ve really outdone yourself.”

Yvan’s already pale face grew even paler. “…I’m sorry.”

Winifred took a deep breath and pulled a stack of cash from her purse. “This is fifty thousand dollars. Consider it payment for your medical bills and compensation.”

Yvan stared at the money on the table without a word.

Fitch explained with an apologetic smile, “Not yet. Mr. Brown’s injury is a bit serious, so he hasn’t been discharged.”

Winifred looked at him suspiciously. “Serious? Didn’t the doctor say it wasn’t that bad and that he could be discharged in three or four days?”

“Mr. Brown refused to let us help him shower, and last time he tried to do it himself, he accidentally got water on the wound, and it got worse.” Fitch frowned. “Ms. Spencer, I’m not lying. You can go see for yourself. The wound is inflamed and infected. The doctor said if it’s not treated properly, it could be life-threatening.”

These past few days, Yvan had been completely spiritless, like a wilted flower. He would either stare blankly at Winifred’s messages on his phone or gaze absently at her photos.

Fitch could see that Yvan truly cared deeply for Winifred.

He suspected Yvan had deliberately rinsed the wound with cold water to avoid being discharged and having to move out, which had led to the infection and ulceration.

He was practically asking for trouble.

Yvan had forbidden Fitch from telling Winifred, saying that if she found out, she would just accuse him of playing the victim again.

Fitch couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He had intentionally timed his appearance to run into Winifred on her way home, telling her a half-truth in the hopes that she would go see Yvan.