Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)
Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Always Bringing Up Old Favors to Make a Point

He then looked at Dale and said, "You go back and tell Grandma that I'm fine, just got a little scratched up. I'll be fine in a couple of days, it's no big deal."

Seeing him like this, Dale hesitated for a moment, but still nodded under Walter's deep and dominant gaze, and left.

"Walter, you've lost so much blood, how can you be okay? I'll go handle the hospital admission procedures, you stay in the hospital for a couple of days, it will put my mind at ease, okay?" Ashley held his arm, her face filled with unmistakable worry.

Walter gently pulled away from her grasp, saying lightly, "No need."

Then he turned his gaze towards me, took two steps closer and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

I looked up at him, a bandage wrapped around his forehead due to a wound. Even so, it did not diminish his noble demeanor in the slightest.

"It's good that you're okay." I spoke, not wanting to say more, ready to leave.

But his hand gripped her wrist, his deep voice echoed in her ear, "I'm injured after all, won't you help me back?"

I pursed my lips, wanting to say that Ashley was still here, but upon careful thought, no matter what, I was still his wife. Why should I disgust myself by pushing him to Ashley?

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It would have been better to just disgust Ashley and vent the anger in my heart.

With that thought, I didn't say much more, supporting him as I said, "Alright, let's go then."

"Walter..." Ashley's face was twisted in anger as she called out softly from behind. But Walter seemed not to hear, allowing me to help him out of the hospital.

In the car, I drove out of the hospital, glanced at Ashley in the rearview mirror, who was standing at the hospital entrance with a resentful look on her face, and felt much more at ease. On the way, originally, Walter and I had nothing to talk about, so I didn't say anything and kept quiet.

Surprisingly, he suddenly spoke up, "I owe her my life."

These words were spoken very lightly, as if stating a fact.

I was stunned for a moment, it took me a while to realize, was he explaining to me about his heroic act of saving the damsel in distress at the cemetery?

I pursed my lips, my gaze fixed on the road ahead, and said, "So, you plan to repay her kindness for saving you with your entire life?"

There was a moment of silence in the car, and after a long while, he finally said, "I will protect her for the rest of her life."

I nodded, wanting to laugh a bit, but couldn't.

It fell silent.

. I didn't know whether to praise this man for his admirable quality of

gratitude and reciprocation, or to despise him for rashly identifying his

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life-saver without clarifying the facts.

Seeing my silence, he sighed slightly and continued, "That day at the hospital, I didn't expect Ashley to be there too. She told your father about her pregnancy and knelt down begging for his approval. By the time I wanted to stop it, your father's emotions were already out of control."

Was this the explanation given for my father's death?

I pursed my lips, holding the steering wheel, and said, "Hmm!" Just a single hum, nothing more.

Seeing that I only responded with an indifferent “hmm”, he pursed his lips and said, “If you're still not satisfied, I don't mind if you stab me a few more times.”

"What is this nonsense?" I couldn't help but mock, "Mr. Hinton, you better not speak such criminal words. You may be willing to go through hell and high water for Ashley, but I'm not willing to bear the blame for intentional harm."

He glanced at me sideways, his dark eyes so deep they were frightening. I thought I had said something wrong again to upset him, but upon careful thought, I hadn't said anything. I was increasingly puzzled as to why he was looking at me with such a stifled expression.

"Don't look at me like that..."

The words that followed were left unsaid.

He spoke coldly, "Tabatha, your head is indeed full of shit."

I...

Did they really curse like this?

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"Zi!" I stomped on the brakes, took a breath, glanced at him, and said word by word, "Get out of the car."

He lowered his gaze, his face looking very bad, "Tabatha, the car is mine!"

Ha!

I simply laughed, is having a car really that impressive?

I pulled up the handbrake, opened the door, and got out of the car all in one go, without even looking back at him. He didn't get out, but I did. In this vast River City, finding another car wouldn't be difficult. "Tabatha, come back to me," a furious voice of a man echoed from behind.

I turned a deaf ear and, in order to get rid of him, I went straight into the alley by the roadside.

The alleys of River City were incredibly winding and complex. After walking a distance, I figured Walter couldn't possibly have followed me, so I started looking around for an exit to hail a taxi back.

"Owen, I beg you, can you give me a little, just a little is enough, I'll do whatever you want, please..." The pleading voice of a woman came from the alleyway nearby.

I was taken aback, and couldn't help but turn to look. I saw a gaunt woman half-kneeling in front of a man who was shining shoes, her face full of pain as she pleaded with him.

The man wore a sun hat, obscuring his face. All that could be seen was him lifting the woman's chin, uttering a sound of disgust, "You're absolutely revolting, get out of my sight, don't interfere with my business."

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