Chapter 1596 Liking Him Is Really Too Tiring
A servant came to inform the family that Elara was at the front gate. "Mr. Adams, should we let her in?"
Paul felt a wave of disgust at the thought of seeing her. He had always thought she was calm and steady, but her recent actions had been completely out of line.
"No." His tone was icy. After saying this, he grabbed his coat from the side and left through the back door.
It wasn't until his car stopped in front of a pet store that he realized why he had come here.
Tan was dead, and he felt somewhat responsible. He figured he should buy a new puppy to make it up to Ann.
But as he walked into the pet store and looked at the rare breeds of puppies, he inexplicably felt that the gray dog had been more beautiful.
After a few seconds of hesitation, he chose a pure white puppy, put it in a cage, and asked where Ann was staying.
Upon learning she was in the hospital, he immediately drove over.
Halfway there, he realized that he wouldn't do this for anyone else.
His brow furrowed as he thought about how it was his fault that Ann was caught up in this mess.
He pressed the gas pedal and continued towards the hospital.
Ann's fever had subsided, and she was awake, but her lips were cracked and bleeding. She said nothing, staring blankly at the ceiling.
During the fever, she had dreamt of Tan, dreamt of it wagging its little tail, dreamt of it tugging at her pant leg with its mouth.
Then she dreamt of Elara throwing Tan from a height, and her pupils contracted sharply.
All she felt was pain, an all-encompassing pain.
It always seemed to be this way; the things she wanted to hold onto never stayed.
Even a pet would eventually leave her.
Betty brought in a bowl of soup and placed it by her side. "Drink some soup first. You're very weak right now."
Ann blinked and propped herself up.
She looked at the oily soup but had no desire to drink it, feeling a wave of nausea instead.
Her stomach twisted and ached.
Her face turned pale, and she clutched her stomach. "Betty, can I be alone for a while?"
Betty knew she was in pain and nodded. "I'll head back for now and check on you later. The nurse will bring your meals on time. Try to eat something; you're too thin."
First, the car accident, then a day and night of fever, she had lost fifteen pounds.
Ann tried to force a smile but found she couldn't.
After Betty left, she leaned back and stared into the distance.
She was wearing a hospital gown, and the window was open, letting in a breeze that made her feel like she might shatter.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by it being pushed open. She thought Betty had forgotten something and didn't turn her head.
The door closed again, and she sensed a familiar presence. Turning around, she saw Paul standing by the door.
Strangely, if it had been before yesterday, she wouldn't have been able to stay calm upon seeing him.
But now, she suddenly felt he was a stranger.
A stranger to the point where she began to question if she really liked Paul.
Liking him was exhausting and painful, and she never seemed to learn her lesson.
Paul was holding a small cage with a white puppy inside.
"To make up for it." His tone was indifferent, even now showing no sign of softening.
Ann blinked, unresponsive.
Paul thought she was stunned, given that it was his first time visiting her voluntarily.
But the next second, she picked up the bowl of soup from the table and threw it at him.
She repeated the words he had said to her last night. "Get out."
Paul's eyelashes fluttered, and his brow furrowed. "What did you say?"
Ann found it amusing and grabbed the cup next to her, hurling it at his forehead.
She wanted to scream hysterically, but she had no strength left. "I said, get out."
Her tone was even calmer than his.
Paul wanted to lash out, but when he looked up, he saw a lifelessness in her eyes.
That lifelessness was unsettling.
He also noticed that Ann had lost a lot of weight, her hospital gown hanging loosely on her.
Her eyes no longer shone when she looked at him. They used to be full of light.
He frowned, standing there in a daze.
After a long pause, he could only muster one sentence. "Don't be ungrateful."
He was willing to compensate her only because the video that had surfaced online was too much. Out of courtesy, he felt he should come to offer his condolences.
Ann laughed instantly. She didn't know why she was laughing; she was clearly furious inside, and seeing him made her feel sick.
But she did laugh, so hard that her chest hurt.
After laughing, she suddenly felt a sense of calm.
True letting go wasn't hysterical; it was a moment when she felt that intense emotion vanish in an instant.
It happened so quickly that she couldn't even feel it herself.
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