George Smith hadn't reacted yet. He stared at the phone screen for a long time and made sure that the person calling was Emily Aitken. He calmed his mind and replied, "Please, I will be there this afternoon."
She seemed to feel his surprise across the screen. Emily Aitken narrowed her eyes and said, "Does Austin miss me?"
"Uh, don't you..." Aren't you angry?
George Smith wanted to ask, but he didn't want to hear Emily Aitken's answer halfway through. Whether it was yes or no, it was not a good thing for him, and his voice stopped abruptly.
The two of them didn't speak like this, as if they were waiting for each other to speak first.
When Emily Aitken had walked to the noisy cafeteria, George Smith was the first to lose. He pulled the topic back to the question just now, picked up Austin Aitken , who was playing on the ground, and said to him: "Mom misses you. Talk to mom."
Austin held up the phone and immediately launched an offensive against Emily Aitken on the other end of the phone. He yelled "Mom." The heart of the caller was about to melt.
Emily Aitken's smiling eyes were directly narrowed into a seam. While ordering food with the aunt in the cafeteria, she held her mobile phone and talked to her son.
For a long time, the person on the other end of the phone was replaced by George Smith, and Emily Aitken asked for no reason: "I remember you asked, am I worthy of your trust?"
He was stunned, but he hadn't realized what she meant.
"how about you?"
There were past voices in George Smith's mind, and Emily Aitken's question was mixed in it. He seemed to be struck by lightning, staying in place for a long time, unable to return to his senses.
Emily Aitken didn't seem to want his answer either, and vented to herself: "Have you ever trusted me? Did you tell me the secret you buried in the bottom of my heart?"
While talking, Emily Aitken's heart felt sore. She sucked her nose and resisted her tears to keep it from flowing out of the public. She carried the packed breakfast in her hand, and she asked her aloud questions. Move her heartstrings.
Regarding mental illness, he did not want to say that she could wait until he trusted enough and waited until he was honest.
But why didn't tell her anything, and would rather misunderstand yourself, would rather be beaten by Max Miller, have to carry it without saying a word.
Because she, Emily Aitken, is not enough to be trusted!
Her thoughts are like a long-gathered river, and she just waited for the dam to open, and she would burst into her mind. She forced herself to tell herself that he had difficulties, pride, self-esteem, and unspeakable concealment, but he didn’t say anything and was very guilty. Sense is the last straw that hits the camel.
Emily Aitken went crazy, not asking for reason, not asking why, but just venting the grievances in his heart.
"I am sorry."
The anger in Emily Aitken's heart was instantly extinguished, and the words she vented in her mouth stopped abruptly, as if the whole world had calmed down.
She actually heard that person apologize to her?
Emily Aitken rubbed her eyes, feeling that everything in front of her was not so real. She seemed to be trying to prove something, and she squeezed her thigh fiercely again, it would hurt! Does that mean it's not fake?
As arrogant as him, as noble as him.
She had never seen him bow her head to anyone, let alone apologize.
Freshly ground soy milk was accidentally spilled in a plastic bag, and she seemed to have not heard of them, and she stayed in place and stood like a stone statue with people coming and going in a hurry.
After a long time, he sighed: "Are you listening?"
in.
What should she say?
Emily Aitken had mixed feelings for a while, and those tastes swarmed into her heart, she hadn't had time to recognize it clearly.
The hand holding the breakfast was placed vertically on her thigh. The spilled soy milk woke her up. Emily Aitken shook her body. She nodded, remembering that George Smith could not see it, and replied while scolding herself for being stupid.
"Although Charlotte Anderson doesn't have to go to jail, I thought of other methods of punishment." He thought about it, and deliberately changed the subject.
Emily Aitken asked: "What is it?"
"I'll go to the hospital to see you later." He didn't say clearly on the phone.
Emily Aitken's mood was a little depressed. She didn't care much about what George Smith would do with Charlotte Anderson, and responded in a perfunctory manner. After the two were speechless again, Emily Aitken made an excuse and hung up the phone.
She put the phone back in her pocket, looked down at the soy milk in her hand, and sighed silently. After discarding the soy milk, she turned back to the cafeteria and bought a new cup.
Emily Aitken bowed her head and walked towards the ward in despair. She thought that if she said so, George Smith would tell her what kind of secret threatened the two of them, and it would make George Smith tight-lipped. He would rather be arrogant. Apologize and refuse to tell the secret!
She feels a little tasteful in her heart.
Back in the ward, Ms. Hunter's mood has stabilized, only the red and swollen eyes still show what happened before. Emily Aitken put the breakfast on the bedside table, and she took out a bowl of plain porridge: "Here, the doctor ordered. Only light food can be eaten for a week after the operation."
Amy Campbell bitterly, facing the porridge, she released infinite disgust.
"Ms. Aitken, thank you for taking care of Amy for me." Ms. Hunter got up and bowed to her.
This made Emily Aitken feel more tormented. Before she could pass the spoon in her hand to Amy Campbell, she also bowed deeply.
When Amy Campbell saw this, he couldn't hear from ear to ear: "You two are worshipping heaven and earth!"
Emily Aitken took a look at her and had to say that after her teasing, the atmosphere eased a lot. Taking advantage of the time of handing the spoon, Emily Aitken lipped and asked: Didn't you say?
Amy Campbell nodded.
She breathed a sigh of relief. After breakfast she was going to throw out the trash when George Smith came.
"Can we talk?" He glanced sideways, bypassing Emily Aitken and saw Amy Campbell, who was lying on the bed in a good mood. George Smith was relieved, and he secretly rejoiced that Amy Campbell was not compassionate.
Emily Aitken also looked at Amy Campbell, as if thinking about whether he could walk away.
"Emily, you go, it's enough to have Ms. Hunter guarding me here." Amy Campbell smiled carelessly.
She squeezed the garbage bag in her hand, feeling a little nervous inexplicably.
Following George Smith all the way, he always walked in front of him a step away. No one broke the hard-won peace. When she walked downstairs, she hesitated and stopped George Smith.
He turned around, with a faint black green under his eyes, as if he hadn't rested well.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
Emily Aitken raised the rubbish in his hand and sneered: "I throw a rubbish."
Escaping from his side, the suppressed air became fresh. She was afraid that George Smith could not punish Charlotte Anderson. She was afraid that he would open his mouth, so she hit the bottom of the good mood that she had finally raised.
The two went all the way with their own minds. When they came to the parking lot, George Smith opened the car door for her, and she found that there was another person in the driver's seat.
Emily Aitken dangled on the spot for a while, and finally got into the back seat, and then George Smith stepped in too.
The relatively confined space made the tension in her heart deeper, and she rubbed her hands awkwardly, waiting for George Smith to speak.
As the car moved forward slowly, George Smith looked at her: "I want to hand over the Anderson Group to Rebecca!"
"what?"
George Smith is worthy of being George Smith. A mouth must be extraordinary. Emily Aitken never expected that he would start with this sentence, and his mind was a little overwhelming.
George Smith pursed his lips, repeating it again in a good temper.
This time, I heard you right!