When Jessica saw Carl, her eyes flashed with a trace of surprise.
As soon as she was injured, she was sent to the hospital. Nurses had just bandaged her and transferred her to the ward. The drama show in the morning had to be canceled as she was injured, so most people from the drama club had come.
More than a dozen people crowded the small ward. Jessica had been tired of all the noises they made.
However, most people came to see her out of kindness, so she could only reply with smiles.
Jessica was surprised to see Carl show so soon.
Carl walked to Jessica's bed, looking her up and down. Then his gaze fell on her thin face. "Where else did you get hurt? Except for your hand and face," he asked.
She had been so thin lately that her chin had become even sharper.
"Nothing else." Jessica shook her head.
"Mr. Carl, how rare to see you..." someone in the ward tried to chat Carl up.
Carl ignored that person. He even didn't look back. "Sorry, everyone, I'd like to talk to her alone," he said coolly.
Although he said "sorry", he didn't show any signs of "sorry" from his behavior and expression.
He actually ordered others to leave.
Of course, not everyone had the brains to tell what Carl truly meant. Several idiots still stayed but were soon dragged out by sophisticates.
Finally, there were only Carl and Jessica left in the ward.
Kalyan stood at the door. Seeing that others had left, he closed the door to the ward and
stood guard at the door.
Kalyan was a top student. After spending so many years following Carl, he became experienced and more knowledgeable and naturally cultivated a distinctive temperament.
The actors and actresses started to chat with Kalyan, perhaps because they felt boring just standing outside the ward.
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