"You must be burning with rage and even feel disappointed in me..." Sherman tried to describe his feelings at the moment. Then she softened her tone and said, “But I am trying to make you happy now..."
"Make me happy?" Kingsley's face darkened, and his black coat added a touch of gloominess to him. Pursing his thin lips, he turned around and left directly without saying anything.
Frowning, Sherman felt her head throbbing painfully. She immediately ran out of the ward, got into the car and asked Lee to catch up with Kingsley as quickly as possible.
But she was a step behind. When she arrived, the apartment door was just slammed shut by Kingsley.
"Kingsley, I really know I was wrong. But I have a reason to do this!" she said.
Kingsley didn't say anything.
"Kingsley, I am too tired to stand upright now. My legs go limp and I'm going to fall t o the ground. Ah!" She then let out a scream.
He was taking off his coat now. Upon hearing this, he stopped his action, with his right hand resting on the collar of his coat. The next second, he subconsciously looked at the monitor, only to find that she was leaning comfortably against the wall.
Both the nanny and nurse were in the apartment. They took a look at the monitor and then turned to look at Kingsley.
Kingsley ignored Sherman, so she had no choice but to continue standing outside the door.
"You are already in your thirties. Why do you always slam the door like a willful child when you lose your temper?”
Kingsley still remained silent.
"It's okay that you slammed the door out of anger. But this is my apartment. Do you think it’s appropriate to do this in front of m e?"
This time, Kingsley made a move. He picked up the windbreaker and put it on, and he asked the nanny to follow him.
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