"I don't know what you're talking about." Shirley turned her face away expressionless, showing no fear of Hendrix's assertiveness.
"Is that so?" Hendrix sneered and said calmly, "Well, I'll pretend that you don't know about it then. Irvin has been playing the same old trick for years. It's either he pretends to be sick or goes missing. Nothing's new. I'll refuse your request on behalf of Arianna."
Before I could talk more with Shirley, Hendrix held my shoulders forcefully and dragged me to the elevator.
"Hendrix, I-1..." I struggled, unwilling to leave like this.
What he said was true. Irvin had indeed been like this for years in the past. However, he was bedridden and he would die any time. Who would pretend to be on the verge of death?
Could we possibly ignore Irvin, who would be gone any minute?
Hendrix was so angry that he couldn't listen to me at all. He held my hand tightly, not relaxing his grip at all. While waiting for the elevator, he turned to look at Shirley and her son who stood dumbfounded in the corridor.
"Irvin did Arianna a favor, but he also had evil intentions towards our family. We don't owe him anything. If it bites us back later, it will be your loss."
"Ding!"
The elevator door opened. Hendrix immediately lifted and carried me into the elevator.
Hendrix finally let go of my hand when the elevator began to descend. He let out a sigh of relief and moved further away.
No one could reason with a jealous person. Furthermore, he knew perfectly well what kind of person was, so Hendrix had done the right thing.
However, I could not stand being tortured by my conscience and pretend that Irvin wasn't dying.
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