He disappeared after the fight with Hendrix. I thought I could live in peace for a while, but reality said otherwise.
"If there's nothing important, I'll hang up!" I replied. My head was throbbing in pain. Hendrix was already difficult to deal with, and Aaron just had to show up right then.
I could hear him chuckling over the phone before he said, "Don't you miss your dear brother?"
"What's wrong with you!" I hung up. That phone call just worsened my headache.
I leaned on the steering wheel to get some rest, and then I heard a knock on my car window. I looked up and saw that Evan was standing by the car, looking concerned.
I rolled down the window, and he said to me respectfully, "Miss Reid, Mr. Roberts sent me over to pick you up."
I just couldn't seem to get away from him.
"I already told him I'm not going!" I said harshly as there were just too many things on my plate.
Nonetheless, Evan repeated with his usual poker face, "Mr. Roberts sent me to pick you up."
I said angrily, "I know, I know. I'll get there myself later, okay?"
"I'll send you there!" he insisted.
What the actual f*ck!
I slammed the steering wheel out of frustration as I couldn't stand it anymore. I looked at Evan who was standing by the car, and yelled at him, "Get out of my way!"
He moved away, then stood aside and waited for me to get out of the car.
I swore I was almost driven crazy by Hendrix. After I got out of my car, Evan still said coldly, "Miss Reid, please come with me."
I got on the black Bentley, still angry and unhappy, but I knew I shouldn't vent my anger on Evan.
Once we arrived at the hospital, I went straight to Hendrix's ward after getting out of the car.
Josiah, Austin, and Andrea were all there when I arrived.
They were all staring at me in surprise. They probably didn't expect me to show up.
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