Echoes of a Forsaken Heart novel Chapter 245

The next day, Scarlett pulled into the hospital parking lot. Just as she was about to step out, Elliott was already there, opening her car door for her.

Scarlett was taken aback for a moment, and upon recognizing him, a wave of irritation flooded her.

"Seriously? You're still showing up, haunting me like a bad penny!"

"Didn't you get enough hydration last night?" she quipped, barely hiding her disdain.

Elliott, fuming, retorted, "Can you believe it's actually you! Scarlett, what on earth did I do to deserve this? Do you have any idea how ridiculous I looked running laps around the block last night just to burn off those energy drinks you dumped on me? People thought I had lost my marbles!"

Scarlett was unimpressed. "Don't insult people who've lost their marbles. Even they wouldn't be caught dead visiting a maternity ward as a man!"

"Why do you think I'm here if not because you've been on my case? If you hadn't been hurling insults at me, would I, a grown man, be seen dead in a maternity ward?"

Scarlett scoffed, "Calling you out is the least of what you deserve for siding with that snake."

Anyone who had ever stood up for Eveleen, for whatever reason, deserved scorn in Scarlett's book.

Elliott choked on his words.

He pondered for a moment, realizing that maybe he had defended Eveleen once or twice.

But back then, he was clueless about Eveleen's true colors.

And he always thought that Natalia and Hamilton's thing was purely physical, nothing emotional.

"So, I've stopped defending her now, haven't I?"

"Once a turd, always a turd, no matter if you decide not to be one anymore. Do you think you can just wash off the stink?"

Elliott felt a wave of nausea at her analogy.

How did he become the turd in her story?

"Are you even a woman? How can you say such things so casually?" he protested.

Scarlett glanced down at his lower half. "Are you sure you're a man? Keep hanging around the maternity ward, and I might just help you experience womanhood firsthand!"

With that, she slammed her car door shut and marched inside.

Elliott, seething, followed her in.

"Now my brother thinks I'm impotent, Scarlett. You have to take responsibility for this mess!"

"I'll take responsibility for nothing!" Scarlett was about to lash out when her expression suddenly changed.

Her fiery demeanor softened into a shy, demure smile as she greeted someone.

"Emeric."

Emeric nodded at her, then turned to Elliott.

"What brings you to our hospital?"

Elliott glanced at Scarlett before admitting to Emeric in a lowered voice, "Just here for some errands. You working?"

Emeric confirmed with a nod, "Catch up for a drink sometime?"

Elliott didn't refuse. It was only after Emeric had left that he scoffed, "So, he's your type?"

Scarlett ignored him and continued on her way, with Elliott stubbornly in tow.

"Maybe I can play matchmaker for you?"

Scarlett paused, "You know Dr. Shaw well?"

Elliott chuckled, "Well enough. Emeric sometimes hangs out with our crowd."

Scarlett's disdain returned. "Great, Dr. Shaw's probably tainted by your crowd's stench by now!"

Elliott's face twitched in annoyance as they stepped into the elevator together.

"Why do you have such a low opinion of us? We're not saints, but we're not as bad as you think."

Scarlett ignored him, pressing a button for a floor.

Elliott continued, "I was out of the loop back then. If I had known, I would've sided with Natalia. Can't we just bury the hatchet? I'll connect you with Emeric, and you stop cursing me out."

Scarlett remained silent, stepping out of the elevator when the doors opened. She pushed Elliott into an office.

"Ryan, my friend here has erectile dysfunction. He's too embarrassed to come by himself, so can you check him out?"

Ryan responded, "No problem, let's see what we can do. Is it completely non-functional? Just be honest, no need to be shy."

It took a moment for Elliott to realize what had happened, and by then, he was red with rage.

"Scarlett! I'm perfectly fine!"

Scarlett pushed him towards Ryan and left without looking back.

In the following days, Natalia was swamped with work.

The NorthSuburb project demanded all her time, leaving her barely any moment for rest or meals.

Hamilton tried reaching out several times, but she was too preoccupied.

Yet, whatever Hamilton wanted her to know always found its way to her, clear as day.

Like the time Westley tried to play matchmaker between Hamilton and Delilah at a family dinner, only for Hamilton to make a scene.

The Fowlers had a fallout, and Delilah returned to Boria City the next day.

Or how Hamilton's injuries were healing well, and even his daily routines were relayed to Natalia by Killian, eager to keep her in the loop.

Natalia found it all rather exhausting.

"Killian, can you not bother me with this nonsense?" she sighed.

Killian considered this for a moment. "Mr. Fowler thought you'd be worried about him."

"I'm not," Natalia bit back.

"But Mr. Fowler mentioned he's quite concerned about you. Hopes you're eating well despite your busy schedule," Killian relayed.