The kitchen was a mess and everyone seemed extremely anxious. As Di Mingzhe left, his mood too had turned somber.
He realized he hadn’t done enough.
Or perhaps, he hadn’t done anything right.
Di Xiaxia was right to scold him last night.
All those years, he rarely paid attention to her, never truly cared about her.
Because, the more he loved, the less he wanted to care, the less he wanted to pay attention!
Because afraid of sinking deeper, eventually beyond redemption, the more care and attention he gave.
Because at that time, she had feelings for his younger brother who was still unmarried.
He knew that perhaps until his younger brother married, she would not let go.
Therefore, he did not pay attention to her, even deliberately ignored her, disregarding everything related to her, treating her as just a sister living in the same house.
He truly messed up!
Looking at the glass of papaya juice in hand, he seemed to have a sudden realization. Why should he care who she held in her heart?
Shouldn’t he be kind to her anyway?
But, it didn’t seem right either.
Di Mingzhe fell into an unprecedented confusion. He, who was always used to being in control, now felt challenged and didn’t know how to proceed.
From the kitchen to the main hall, he moved slowly, finally handing the fruit juice to the butler, "Take this juice to Miss Fourth in the hospital. I am going upstairs to change."
"Yes," acknowledged the butler, taking the juice. Mingzhe went upstairs.
Di Xiaxia in the hospital ward was so bored she felt like grass was growing on her head. Her hand hurt, her head hurt, and her leg was also in some pain.
Without her phone by her side, she couldn’t even play any mobile games and the hospital TV programs were dull.
Life was really a torture every single minute!
The butler came in, respectfully greeted her, and handed the juice, "Miss Fourth, this is the juice personally made for you by the Master. Please have a taste."

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