Chapter 80 Insincere
Upon seeing Susan with her eyes downcast and no expression on her face, Seb's brow twitched slightly before he turned away in disappointment and walked off.
After Seb left, Kathy turned back and sighed as she looked at the still despondent Susan.
"Mrs. Anderson, can't you just give in a little? What kind of man can you keep like this?"
Kathy shook her head and left. Susan watched her departing figure and thought, 'Would giving in really keep Seb?'
If giving in could keep Seb and make him like her, she would be willing to do it a thousand times. But she feared that no matter how much she gave in, Seb would still look down on her.
In the days that followed, Seb indeed did not appear again.
Catherine brought soup regularly, inquiring about Seb's absence. Susan's responses were always vague, citing his busy work schedule or frequent business trips.
Fortunately, Catherine didn't press further because she had seen Leon bring over large bags of various groceries and supplements several times. If Seb didn't care, he wouldn't have Leon bring so many things over so frequently, some of which were quite expensive.
Actually, Susan understood that Seb didn't care about the money. Despite his cold exterior, he wasn't a cold-hearted person and was never harsh.
One Sunday, Dorothy came to visit Susan and told her some news.
"Susan, Henry has been asking about you these past few days," Dorothy said while biting into an apple.
Hearing this, Susan frowned. "Why are you calling him Henry? He's your professor now, isn't he? You should call him Mr. Thompson."
But Dorothy was very stubborn. "Calling him Mr. Thompson is too formal. I feel more comfortable calling him Henry."
Rolling her eyes at Dorothy's rudeness, Susan inquired curiously, "Why is Henry always asking about me?"
Although she had interacted with Henry a few times before, it was only because of Dorothy's college matters. They hadn't been in contact for months.
"Maybe he knows you had a baby and wants to send a gift?" Dorothy speculated.
Hearing this, Susan's face darkened. "Didn't you tell him?"
"I did," Dorothy said, seeing that Susan was unhappy and becoming more serious.
Hearing this, Susan thought to herself, 'Maybe Henry knew I had lost my child and was worried about me.' She was grateful for Henry's concern, but she couldn't get too close to him. First, she didn't want Seb to misunderstand, and second, she didn't want to give Henry any hope because she would never love him.
Later, Susan told Dorothy, "If he asks again, just tell him my health and emotions have recovered well, and that Seb and I are doing great."
"Okay, I'll tell him that," Dorothy said, understanding that Susan wanted to draw a clear line with Henry.
Then, Dorothy shared many interesting stories from Southern University with Susan, most of which involved Henry. It seemed that whenever Henry was mentioned, Dorothy's eyes lit up.
Susan vaguely felt that her sister Dorothy seemed to have a good impression of Henry, but she had no energy to care about these things at the moment. She just listened, as her mind was preoccupied with her own thoughts and the memory of the lost child every day.
More than half a month flew by, and Susan's complexion gradually improved. She was still melancholic, but she was starting to come back to life.
One sunny afternoon, the winter sun was particularly warm.
Seeing Susan cooped up in the house every day, Kathy kindly suggested, "Mrs. Anderson, the weather is so nice outside. Why don't you go for a walk?"
"I still feel listless," Susan said, having been too lazy to move these days. She was lying on the couch, her mind elsewhere.
Her body had recovered, but would Seb come back to ask for a divorce? She was actually looking forward to that day because it would mean complete liberation. But she was also afraid of that day because it would mean she and Seb would have no more ties.
"The more you lie down, the more listless you'll feel. You should go out and clear your mind," Kathy advised.
Susan frowned but finally listened to Kathy. After all, life had to go on. Living in a daze every day wasn't a solution. Catherine and Dorothy's lives were still her responsibility, and she needed to get better quickly.
She changed into a sky-blue dress, which lifted her spirits a bit, and put on a pair of white flat shoes before heading out.
As soon as she stepped out of the neighborhood, Susan looked around, unsure whether to go left or right, when suddenly a voice called out.
"Susan!"
Hearing someone call her name, Susan turned around and saw the refined Henry standing about forty feet away.
Seeing him, Susan was momentarily stunned, then watched as he walked up to her.
After looking her up and down several times, Henry asked with concern, "How are you feeling?"
"Can't you see? I'm doing fine," Susan said with a bright smile, though her voice was still weak.
"Your complexion is still poor," Henry said, frowning.
Susan touched her cheek and smiled, "It'll probably get better in a while."
Henry's concern was evident in his eyes, and Susan could feel it. A warm feeling surged in her lonely heart, but she knew there was no future with Henry, so she had to keep her distance.
"What are you doing here?" This area was full of upscale residences, and Henry, a university professor, had no reason to be here. Was he here specifically to see her?
Hearing this, Henry smiled sheepishly and said, "I've been worried about you lately, but I didn't have your contact information, so I often came here for a walk, hoping to run into you. And today, I got lucky!"
Hearing this, Susan felt a mix of emotions. She hesitated for a moment, then quickly said, "You don't need to worry about me. Seb treats me very well..."
Before Susan could finish, Henry stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders. "You call that treating you well?"
"He put me in the best hospital, bought the most expensive supplements for me, and hired a dedicated servant to take care of me. Isn't that good?" Susan's eyes fixed on Henry.
Susan recognized the insincerity in her words. Such gestures came effortlessly to Seb. What she truly craved was his authentic love, but expecting someone like Seb to open his heart was a futile fantasy.
At that moment, a black Bentley slowly pulled up to the side of the road.
The rear window quickly rolled down, revealing Seb's stern face.
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