Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 13

“Well, there’s no way I’m taking care of that bitch.” Laurie hung up the phone and sneered.

“Well, nothing against you, but why should you, a head mistress, sulk with a little girl? Didn’t you say she was going to marry Wilson Grant in a few days?” Said a buxom lady, faintly.

Laurie got angrier and angrier as she thought about it. Finally, she waved her hand and said, “Girls, I’m going back now. We’ll catch up later.”

With these words, she picked up her bag and turned away.

Andrew Harris stood outside for a moment, collecting his emotions, and then walked slowly into the room. Seeing Rosemary sitting in the corner of the bed with the quilt, he immediately approached her.

“Rosemary, what’s going on? Why don’t you have a good rest?”

Rosemary saw Andrew Harris’s gaunt, tired face and said, “Dad, I want to go home. I’m fine. Can we get out of here?”

“Okay! Let’s go home”

Andrew Harris quickly checked her out and took her home.

…

“Mr. Harris, Miss Harris, welcome back!” Mrs. Smith went to help Rosemary and said, “Miss Harris, I’ll get you upstairs for a hot bath, and then I’ll get you something to eat.”

Rosemary smiled at Mrs. Smith. “Thank you, Mrs. Smith.”

“Rosemary, I need you to get some rest at home. I have some work to do. I’ll be back with you when I’m done.” Andrew Harris looked at his daughter apologetically. He should have been at home with her more, but there were things at work that could have been very serious if he didn’t take care of them himself.

“Dad, you go do your thing. I'll be fine.”

“Okay!”

“Mrs. Smith, take good care of Miss Harris.” Andrew Harris said and walked out.