Chapter 89 Happy Birthday
After a few accidents, Michael had practically become a regular at the hospital.
Elizabeth hadn't gone to see Michael.
His injuries these past few times were more or less related to her.
She felt guilty inside.
But she really didn't have the courage to step into his house again.
She also didn't know how to face him.
She was still figuring out how to break the news to Michael about her plans to study abroad.
That night, she couldn't help but text Michael.
Elizabeth: [Michael, you up? How's your injury? Feeling better?]
But Michael didn't reply for a long time.
Elizabeth figured Michael didn't want to talk to her.
She felt relieved in her heart.
Eventually, Elizabeth stopped texting him to avoid bugging him.
On the second floor of the Thomas Villa, in Michael's bedroom, the lights were off, but the curtains were open.
By the window, Michael sat in his wheelchair, staring at the snowy world outside.
This winter seemed to have come super early.
There seemed to be more snow than usual this year.
He felt unusually cold.
He looked at the message Elizabeth had sent him but didn't reply.
Why did she only text him? Why didn't she come to see him? When did their relationship go back to square one?
If he didn't go to her, would she never come here to see him?
Was she not worried about his injuries? Had she not missed him these past few days?
In her heart, was he just someone dispensable?
Michael's thoughts were all over the place.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and started pulling at his hair frantically.
'See, no one in the world cares about me. I'm just an extra, a monster,' Michael thought.
He let out a painful growl.
He knew that his depression was starting to relapse.
Outside the door, Mary heard his growl and paused her hand as she was about to knock.
She knew that comforting words were useless to Michael at this moment.
She quietly walked down the stairs and saw Susan. "Is Michael's depression acting up again?"
Susan lowered her head and replied, "Yes, Mrs. Thomas."
Mary's eyes lost their usual spark. "Has he taken his medication?"
"The psychologist came to see him and prescribed a new medication. Mr. Thomas has taken it," Susan said.
Mary walked out of the living room in a daze. Sometimes, she felt helpless with Michael.
Although she despised Elizabeth, thinking it was Elizabeth's fault that Michael kept getting hurt, she had to admit that if Elizabeth were by Michael's side, his depression might ease.
After all, love was the best remedy.
Michael's birthday rolled around.
Daniel, David, and Matthew all came to the villa to celebrate his birthday.
At noon, Susan prepared a big spread.
David brought several bottles of wine.
Susan came to ask Michael, "Mr. Thomas, will Mrs. Thomas be coming?"
They all looked at Michael. But Michael didn't look at them.
"I don't know. I didn't call her. Maybe she won't come," Michael replied.
His mood was very low, and he didn't feel happy even though today was his birthday.
Without thinking, Susan said, "Oh, I see, Mr. Thomas. I'll call Mrs. Thomas then. Today is Mr. Thomas's birthday; no matter how busy Mrs. Thomas is, she will definitely come."
Michael didn't say anything, which was pretty much a yes.
When the call connected, Susan smiled and said, "Mrs. Thomas, today is Mr. Thomas's birthday. Everyone's here, and we're waiting for you."
Elizabeth replied, "Okay, I'll be there right away."
A few minutes later, Elizabeth showed up at the gate of the Thomas Villa.
Actually, she had been there for a while.
Elizabeth had gotten up super early, neatly folded the scarf she had knitted for Michael, and took a cab to the gate of the villa.
She stood at the gate, pacing and looking around, unsure of how to explain why hadn't she visited him these days.
After all, she had chosen to leave back then. And Michael hadn't invited her to his birthday.
Now that Susan had called her, even though it wasn't Michael himself, Susan must have gotten his okay.
Elizabeth gently pushed open the glass door of the living room.
She immediately saw Michael looking towards the door.
Elizabeth walked over and handed him the bag in her hand. "Michael, happy birthday! This is your birthday gift. If you think it's cheap, you can toss it."
Michael opened the bag and saw the neatly folded scarf inside.
It was obvious it wasn't store-bought.
He looked up and asked Elizabeth, "Did you knit this yourself?"
Elizabeth's face showed a moment of panic. She quickly stepped forward, trying to snatch the scarf from Michael's hand.
"Is it too messy? Michael, I thought about it, and you should give it back to me. I know my knitting isn't great. If you don't like it, just give it back to me," Elizabeth whispered.
"Who said I don't like it?" Michael shot back.
As he spoke, Michael wrapped the scarf around his neck.
Everyone present widened their eyes.
Because they knew Michael was very particular about his clothes and accessories.
But the scarf Elizabeth brought was clearly cheap.
Yet, Michael put it on right in front of them.
Michael gently pulled out the chair next to him and said to Elizabeth, "Sit next to me."
Elizabeth sat down.
Susan asked Michael, "Mr. Thomas, should we bring out the cake now?"
Elizabeth tentatively asked Michael, "How about we bring out the cake now? We can sing a happy birthday song for you."
Michael nodded briskly, "Okay."
The men at the table, who had never seen Michael so agreeable, all widened their eyes.
Susan brought the cake over and placed it on the dining table.
Elizabeth started putting candles on the cake.
They lit the candles.
Elizabeth clapped her hands and softly sang, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
The men at the table joined in.
Everyone clapped their hands and sang in chorus, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
The warm candlelight illuminated Elizabeth's smiling face.
Michael stared at Elizabeth, completely entranced. In his eyes, there was only Elizabeth. At this moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.
Her arrival soothed the restlessness and uncertainty he had been feeling lately.
If time could stop at this moment forever, he would be willing to forgive all the malice the world had shown him.
Elizabeth saw Michael in a daze and gently pushed him. "Michael, close your eyes and make a wish."
Michael, who had been lost in this buoyant moment, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and really made a wish.
He had never thought before that he would do something so childish one day.
Half a minute later, Michael opened his eyes. "Alright, wish made."
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, teasing, "That quick? Didn't even think about it?"
Matthew chuckled. "Means he's been planning this wish for ages."
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