I was speechless.
Sure enough, Henry Preston wouldn’t let himself suffer. I really thought he was just hit and the other party would walk away unscathed.
"How did they even start fighting?" Tiana O’Connell couldn’t help but ask.
Jason Forrest coughed a couple of tis, clearing his throat, "Ahem, it’s just that guy nad Li said sothing unpleasant about Zoe, and Henry had a few too many drinks, so he got mad."
I rolled my eyes, now all eyes were on , each with a different expression.
"When Zoe was madly in love with him, why didn’t he cherish her? Now, what, he’s beco the saint of love?!" Crystal Dawson was never one to hold back; she spoke up in a huff.
Silas Lockwood quickly comforted her, "Honey, don’t be angry. It was Brother Henry’s fault back then, but hasn’t he paid the price now? Let’s not scold him, his head’s already a ss."
At this mont, Simon Sinclair spoke up, "I seem to rember seeing a lot of gossip about Mr. Preston and so actresses a few years back, don’t know if it’s true."
Originally, Silas Lockwood and Jason Forrest intended to keep around to comfort Henry Preston, to help him cooperate with his recovery, but it turned into everyone badmouthing Henry.
Both of them were quite embarrassed, considering they had joined Henry in ostracizing back then.
After a while, Henry Preston returned to the ward. He half-lay on the bed, his eyes scanned the crowd before settling on .
In my past life, when the cancer cells spread and I was at death’s door, apart from wanting a divorce, Henry hardly saw voluntarily.
And, why didn’t Ivan Underwood co?
In this situation, Ivan would naturally be sowhat concerned about Henry. They shouldn’t be so antagonistic.
"I need to head back. Henry, take care of yourself. Wishing you a speedy recovery." I gathered my thoughts and casually told Henry a few things.
Henry stopped , "Wait a minute!"
Henry’s complexion was very fair; after losing blood from the injury, he appeared even more pallidly sickly. With his defined brows and deep black eyes, his face alone looked like a character from a black and white comic.
"Henry, what’s wrong with you?!" Azure Vaughn’s voice interrupted Henry’s. She appeared at the door and headed straight to the bed, asking in full worry.
She was followed by Julian Jennings and Fern Tate.
As soon as Henry saw her, his slightly furrowed brows tightened further, the chill and disgust in his eyes unrestrained.
"What happened? Why did you get into a fight?" Julian asked, full of concern, "If Ivan hadn’t notified , I wouldn’t have known."
So Ivan Underwood did know and even told Julian Jennings.
"I’m fine, just ran into soone who couldn’t keep their mouth shut, couldn’t hold back." Henry’s attitude toward Julian was still quite decent, and the atmosphere relaxed a bit.
"Is the injury on your head? Does it still hurt?" Azure was deeply concerned, bending down to check Henry’s wound.
At this mont, Fern Tate spoke up, "Henry, you don’t need to show Azure this attitude. She rushed over as soon as she heard you were hurt, didn’t even have ti to change clothes!"
Saying this, she glanced at , "But so people are better at pretending, running over early to show concern, as if they’re really so over it."
Silas Lockwood imdiately retorted, "Zoe Hathaway, I begged her to co!"
Fern Tate’s face turned pale, unable to maintain her composure after being rebuked.
Henry didn’t even look at Azure, just silently looked at .
"I’ll head back first." I didn’t want to see Azure, so I exchanged a glance with Tiana O’Connell and we turned to leave together.
On the way back, Tiana O’Connell received a ssage from Crystal Dawson, beaming with joy, "So funny, Azure and the others were directly driven away by Henry. She even left in tears."
"Do you all hate her so much?" Simon Sinclair suddenly asked.
"Duh, who likes a howrecker?" Tiana O’Connell swiftly replied.
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