Quinn nodded briefly.
I got into Matthew's car after leaving the hospital. I said hesitantly, "I suppose you haven’t been eating and resting in the past couple of days. Be sure to take care of yourself when you get home.”
Matthew glanced at me and asked faintly, "Do you pity me now?”
"I've never pitied you.” I lowered my eyes and said in a small whisper, "I just feel bad for you.”
Matthew sneered. "That means you pity me, no?"
"I’m planning to go abroad." Matthew took out a pack o f cigarettes from the compartment. "Since Marcus is dead now, our grudges and grievances shall disappear along with his death. There's no need for me to stay here anymore."
He sounded bitter.
I did not know how to comfort him, but I suppose any words I could say would be useless at this point.
Matthew took a puff and said, "You can continue to manage the company. Quinn won't chase you away. Carlson has taken you as his goddaughter and will
take good care of you. Plus, there's also Theo and Tyler. I won't be of much help, so I guess I don't have a reason to stay."
"Do you really have to go?" I clenched both my hands together tightly. "Honestly, I don't want you to go because if you do, I have no idea when we can meet again. Besides, you've helped me so much yet I haven't gotten the chance to repay you."
Matthew smiled for a little while without saying a word.
He put out the cigarette and started the car engine.
We were both quiet along the way. I was not in a good mood and had my head down until the car stopped. When I looked up, I noticed he had driven us back to the Zimmers' house.
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