Chapter 495 Pretending to Be Pitiful and Miserable
May whined, almost in tears, looking really pitiful.
Caleb didn't care much but didn't like what he heard. May's words were vague, but she was clearly blaming Susan. He wouldn't let anyone badmouth his woman. He stayed only because Susan valued family, and he didn't want to make things worse between the sisters.
But May didn't get it and kept playing the victim.
"Now my mom and Susan must think I'm ungrateful, even though the Wilson family treats me well. But who knows my pain? Sure, my parents treat me well, but being adopted isn't the same as being their real kid. They favor Susan, even if they won't admit it."
"Susan studied abroad and had a falling out with Dad, so she didn't help much with the family. I was the one taking care of Mom and Dad, helping with the music store, doing everything. I wanted to repay them and hoped they'd treat me like a real daughter, like Susan."
"But no matter what I do, it can't compare to blood ties. In their hearts, I can't compare to Susan."
May gave a bitter smile. "Do you think I'm being petty? You wouldn't understand if you haven't been through what I have."
"My parents died when I was young, which was a huge blow. It left a wound that never healed. I seem strong, but inside, I'm fragile and often tired."
"Sometimes, I wish for a strong man to protect and love me, so I could be carefree."
May looked at Caleb with tearful eyes, hinting she wanted him to be that man.
Caleb wasn't interested in her sob story. Even if she was pitiful, it had nothing to do with him. He never wasted thoughts on people he didn't love, including sympathy.
Putting away the medicine, he said, "I'm leaving, get some rest."
May's tears froze. He was just going to leave? How could he not react after hearing all her troubles?
Didn't men usually feel heartache when a woman cried? Why was he indifferent? Was it because she wasn't as pretty as Susan?
May thought she'd at least get some comforting words. But Caleb didn't say a word; he acted like he hadn't heard anything and was about to leave.
May got anxious. "Caleb..."
She couldn't find a reason to make him stay, but it started raining.
May quickly said, "It's raining, why don't you wait for it to stop?"
"No need."
May sat up and chased to the door. "I don't have an umbrella."
"No problem, I drove."
"The rain's getting heavier, why don't you stay the night? I'll explain to Susan."
Caleb knew May's intentions too well; he wasn't staying.
"Don't want to bother." He pushed the door open and left.
"Caleb?" May chased to the door, but he closed it in her face.
May felt a wave of disappointment, then anger. Did he really think so little of her? Was she that much worse than Susan?
The more she thought about it, the more resentful she became. She wasn't one to give up easily. In fact, she thrived on challenges; the harder something was to get, the more she wanted it.
May lay down, calming herself, and spent the whole night plotting a detailed plan.
Outside, the rain poured, hitting the windows.
Susan stood by the window, dialing Caleb's phone again.
The phone rang suddenly from the hallway.
Susan quickly walked out of the ward, and Caleb came over, looking particularly tall in his black trench coat. Seeing him, Susan felt much more at ease.
"Why didn't you answer the phone?"
"I was driving. Were you that worried about me?" Caleb raised an eyebrow, his eyes bright.
"How's May? Is she okay?"
Caleb deliberately looked disappointed. "So you were just worried about her, not me at all."
"What's there to worry about with you, a grown man?"
"Why not? I'm so handsome, it's not safe for me to go to bars, so many women eyeing me."
"Stop joking, how's May?"
"She's safely home, don't worry."
"Is she okay?"
"She's fine. Ran into some thugs on the way, but I took care of it."
"She must have been really scared, why didn't you stay with her a bit longer?"
Caleb raised an eyebrow. "A man and a woman alone in a room, do you think that's appropriate?"
Susan didn't mind. "That's my sister, what could happen? You're overthinking it."
Caleb had been testing her, and sure enough, she hadn't even considered that May might have other intentions towards him, so he naturally wouldn't mention it. After all, he had no interest, so he would just avoid it.
Caleb joked, "I'm a top-notch handsome guy."
"I think you're a top-notch narcissist, utterly shameless," Susan teased him.
"Is Oliver okay?"
"He's fine, just ate something bad. After using the bathroom, he was okay." Susan said, shaking her head. "It really scared me." Luckily, it was just a false alarm.
"Good to hear."
"You're all wet, let me help you dry off."
They went into the bathroom, and Susan took a towel to dry Caleb's trench coat.
Her focused gaze was particularly gentle, the light casting a soft golden hue on her fine hair, making her look especially beautiful, warming Caleb's heart. He liked her caring for him; it made him feel that life was worth it. Not just worth it, life was beautiful.
Accidentally catching the smile in his eyes, Susan blushed, realizing the atmosphere was a bit awkward, she quickly pulled back. "Alright, you should go back."
"It's already midnight."
"Aren't you used to staying up late?"
"Driving at night is dangerous," Caleb said.
"Then have the driver pick you up."
"I already let the driver go home to rest, it's not good to call him so late. He has a wife and kids, his family would worry too." Caleb appealed to her emotions, knowing what would soften Susan's heart. She was someone who always considered others and didn't like to trouble people.
"Then take a cab."
"Cabs aren't safe."
"What's there to be afraid of for a big guy like you? Who would dare mess with you?"
"You never know, after all, I look rich. Easy target. If something happened to me, you'd be heartbroken."
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