Lucas looked up from his laptop when Evelyn entered the hospital room. He wasn't surprised to see her.
It was just past 9:00 am.
Evelyn walked over and placed the breakfast she had bought next to him. “Got this downstairs. Have you eaten?”
Lucas glanced at it. He had never eaten this kind of cheap, pre-packaged breakfast from a convenience store before, and she knew his preferences and habits well.
He typically had his meals around 7:30 am.
She knew that, which meant she was just going through the motions.
Lucas' eyes lingered on her face for a moment, then shifted to the breakfast on the table. He said slowly, “You put a lot of thought into it.”
Evelyn pretended not to catch the sarcasm in his tone. Instead, she looked at his injuries.
His bandages were wrapped tightly, so she could barely see what was underneath. Judging by the look of it, he couldn't move his right arm at all. However, the abrasions on his right hand were clearly visible and shocking.
After all these years, this was the first time she had seen him hospitalized, and it was all because of her.
She wasn’t so heartless to the point that she felt nothing. She merely felt that everything had changed.
“What did the doctor say?”
"I'll be hospitalized for a week followed by further observation,” Lucas replied. His deep voice was steady and unhurried.
It was as if nothing had happened between them—as if yesterday’s brush with death wasn’t worth mentioning. They were both being overly composed.
Evelyn knew Lucas’ injuries weren’t minor. If she had taken the brunt of that impact instead of him, she probably would’ve been in critical condition. As such, she whispered, "Thank you.”
Even if he hadn’t meant to save her, the fact remained that she had benefited from it. She wasn’t so unreasonable that she couldn’t even say thanks.
Lucas shut his laptop. The emotion in his eyes was unreadable. “They said you’re fine. So, you didn't get hurt?"
"Yeah, that's right."
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