Chapter 869: Chapter 869 I Should Thank You
Since Baron Stuart was discharged from the hospital, the frequency of visits from the Stuart family to the hospital had significantly decreased. Only Vivian Ferguson and Bella Stuart would occasionally co to see Angela Reid.
After half a month of recuperation, Angela Reid’s injuries had largely healed.
But Camila Walker was not ready to be discharged as quickly.
“Camila, drink all of this, it will help you recover faster,” Angela Reid said as she brought over so nutritious broth from ho and fed her daughter, one spoonful at a ti.
As for the matter of this gunshot wound, Emily Walker had already co to terms with it, and now, Baron Stuart probably wouldn’t go after Camila again, right?
Thinking about this, Angela Reid was relieved, feeling a hint of contentnt in her heart.
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Although they had faced so ordeals, fortunately, from now on, their family could all be together in peace.
Camila Walker sipped the soup her mother fed her, never imagining that she would experience such a blissful mont again.
Her pen tip ached, and she suddenly felt that being alive was truly wonderful, able to enjoy the simple warmth of the world.
“Mom, are your wounds all healed?” she looked up at her mother.
Angela Reid smiled gently, “I’m all healed, just left with a scar.”
As the mother and daughter chatted, a figure pushed the door open and walked in.
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Seeing the visitor, Angela Reid smiled, “Emily, you’re here.”
Camila barely lifted her eyelids at the sight of Emily Walker coming in, then imdiately lowered them again.
Emily Walker’s expression was equally calm as she walked over and set down the fresh flowers and fruit.
“How are your wounds doing?” Perhaps unable to think of anything else to say, she asked casually.
Camila nodded, not looking up, “Yes, the doctor said I could be discharged in two days.”
Regarding the secondary wound on her shoulder, Emily Walker felt a touch of guilt – after all, the first bullet that hit her had also been because of her.
“That gunshot…” She knew that there was really no need to explain anything to Camila. In the end, she had only wanted to give her a chance to survive.
Camila, as if understanding what she was about to say, quickly looked up, eting her gaze calmly, “You don’t have to feel sorry for surviving or guilty, compared to what I did to you in the past, this bullet is nothing. Besides, you did that to make Baron Stuart spare . If anything, I should be thanking you.”
From Camila’s deanor, Emily could indeed no longer see the forr arrogance and jealousy. Perhaps she had truly changed from before.
Vivian, watching the scene, saw what she had always hoped for unfolding before her eyes.
After exchanging a few words, Emily decided to leave as it was ti for lunch.
Angela believed the hospital food was not nutritious enough, so she personally prepared als three tis a day and brought them over.
After the two left, Camila went downstairs and into the garden behind the Inpatient Departnt.
It was winter now, and the chilly wind nipped at her as she sat on the wooden chair, making Camila shiver.
Having stayed in the hospital room for these few days, she had wanted to get so fresh air, not expecting such cold weather.
It looked like it was going to snow.
This mont, there were hardly any people in the garden, probably due to the cold weather, which was fine for her – she found the solitude more comfortable.
Maybe it was because she had just taken her dicine, not long after, she felt drowsiness creeping up on her and gradually leaned back in the wooden chair.
Ti passed without her knowing how long it had been, and when she opened her eyes again, what she saw were the snowflakes fluttering across the sky.
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