Chapter 122: Chapter 122: You’re the Patient, You’re Always Right
Kiki felt a bit better after hearing that Ivana was seriously injured.
"You said she’s seriously injured? Is she missing limbs or in a deep coma?" If that’s the case, that would be perfect.
A cripple wouldn’t even qualify as Leon’s girlfriend, let alone marry him.
Then she wouldn’t have to worry about that bitch Ivana stealing Leon away.
"Her head was smashed open and bled a lot. When she was taken away by the ambulance, she was in a deep coma. Even if her body wasn’t maimed, a severe concussion could make her a vegetable. That’s even worse than breaking a leg or arm," the Santana driver said, half-true and half-false.
Getting the money now is crucial. If he keeps talking like that, he’s afraid he’ll never get the money in his life, because the traffic police found out he had too many points deducted from his license, plus a record of multiple DUIs, running red lights, and late-night speeding. He once hit someone’s electric bike, and the person flew out. Luckily, the place they landed was nearly a mud pit, so he wasn’t sent to jail.
This time his license was revoked, and the traffic cops told him he could retest for a license in at least five years. If he drove illegally again, his license would be permanently revoked.
So, he’s planning to cheat her out of some money and then say goodbye.
"Now go to the hospital and find out if that bitch Ivana is really a vegetable. If she is, I’ll immediately give you a million."
"Belle, are you kidding me? Only a million? If she turns into a vegetable, a million won’t even cover it. You think I’d dare visit her in the hospital? You need to at least send two million. Send me 1.5 million right now, and I’ll go immediately. Don’t just expect me to get information; I’ll even take a picture of her in that state for you."
"Do you take me for a fool? Without confirmation that Ivana is a vegetable, I won’t send you any money. Go to the hospital and do as I say, or you won’t get a cent."
"Hah... Belle, you’re just trying to renege, right? Fine! I don’t need it. I’ll file a report and we can both end up in jail!"
"Damn it, I’m barefoot and you’re the one wearing shoes. What do I have to fear from you?"
Kiki’s face turned dark and ugly; she bit her lip and conceded: "I can only give you ten thousand at most for now. Confirm Ivana’s a vegetable, and I swear you’ll get two million. My family has plenty of money."
"Woman, don’t try to play me. The most I’ll compromise is a million. If you don’t send a million now, don’t even think about me helping you. Three seconds to decide, or I’m reporting this."
"One, two, three."
"I’ll transfer it," Kiki said through gritted teeth.
This damn driver, he’s such a bastard.
Kiki transferred a million to the driver’s account and called him: "The money is in your account. You can go to the hospital and do the job now. I want to see that bitch Ivana lying miserably in the hospital bed."
The driver laughed joyously and said, "Want a photo? Go take it at the hospital yourself!"
Kiki’s face changed drastically: "What do you mean?"
The driver laughed sinisterly: "I mean what I said, you bitch, little tramp. Using a screen name like Belle? Should’ve called yourself the most venomous woman at heart. You think you can scheme with me? You’re too young for that, damn it~"
Kiki had transferred a hefty million, only to be insulted with such filthy language by the driver. She exploded on the spot: "You bastard..."
The driver hung up, whistling cheerfully. With money in hand, he could enjoy himself; he wasn’t in the mood to listen to "Belle" the tramp hurl insults.
The tone sounded in Kiki’s ear, and she smashed the phone in anger, screaming loudly as a means to vent.
"Miss Kiki, what’s wrong..." The servant came running.
"Get out, get out, I don’t need your help, you scum at the bottom of society... Ah~"
Kiki roared at the servant, scaring them away, and screamed again, the shrill and piercing sound almost splitting the servant’s eardrums.
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When Ivana awoke, it was already nighttime. She opened her eyes to see Leon Keane by her bedside, holding Timmy in his arms. The little boy nestled in his arms, eyes closed, breathing evenly.
"Ivana, you..."
Leon was excited to see Ivana awake. Just as he began to speak, she gestured for him to hush and pointed at the little boy in his arms.
Even though she had been unconscious and had no idea what occurred afterwards, she could tell from the boy’s behavior that he and Leon had been keeping watch over her until the boy fell asleep, nestled in Leon’s arms.
Ivana felt extremely sorry for the little boy.
Leon was taken aback, seeing Ivana look at the boy in his arms with such motherly affection. He felt a sudden pang of jealousy—she only saw her son and not him?
Jealous or not, he’s still his son, so how could he really begrudge him?
Leon gently lifted Timmy and laid him on the companion bed in the luxury ward, cautiously tucking him in, and returned to Ivana’s side.
He quietly asked, "Are you hungry? What do you feel like eating? I’ll get it for you."
Facing Leon’s concern, Ivana’s emotions were complex. She was just his companion; he didn’t have to be so good to her.
If it was for Timmy’s sake, Ivana felt that his kindness towards her was a bit excessive.
Ivana didn’t know how to respond to him. She had been deeply hurt by Zachary once; he was so good to her when pursuing her, doing everything to touch her emotionally.
But then...
Ivana felt a slight bitterness in her nose, her eyes seemed like they were brimming with something warm. She was unsure if she should trust men again.
She was really scared.
Leon’s hand suddenly gently grasped her slender fingers: "What’s wrong? Why aren’t you speaking? Your eyes have reddened. Is it because you’re touched that I’ve stayed by your side this whole time? Heh... So you have a heart and know to be moved."
Leon’s talking made it worse; Ivana frowned, the warmth in her eyes vanished.
She whispered, "Stop being smug. Who’s moved?"
Leon didn’t retort, but smiled and squeezed her palm: "You’re the patient, you’re right. What do you want to eat? Quickly tell me"
The room was lit with a soft, orange ambiance.
When Leon smiled, his extraordinarily handsome face seemed to be coated with a warm glow. His entire expression was not as stern as usual, but gentle as ever.