Charles brought Naomi to get an X–ray, and the results came out quickly. The doctor examined the images and said to them, “No fractures, and no other major issues. However, the skin and muscle tissues in the impacted area are somewhat damaged. You need to rest for a few days Try to avoid moving as much as possible. Bed rest is preferable.”
It was indeed fortunate that Naomi suffered no fractures, and Charles breathed a sigh of relief, nodding. “Alright. Thank you, doctor.”
He wheeled Naomi back to the hospital room. Worried about her pain, he was exceptionally careful and steady.
Naomi did not notice his meticulousness. She was pondering whether she should inform her parents about her situation or keep it from them. After all, the situation was a bit troublesome.
As she contemplated, her furrowed brow revealed her internal struggle.
Sensing her unusual silence, Charles looked down at her. He saw the dilemma on her face and felt at a loss. Eventually, he said, “I’ll call Amelia. These two days, she and I will take care of you in the hospital, and your parents can go home.”
Naomi paused, lifting her head to look at him.
Charles stopped and crouched in front of her, his gaze clear. “If Mrs. Goodwin knows about your injury, she’ll blame herself and feel upset. They’re getting older; there are things that shouldn’t trouble them.”
Naomi was a filial and sensible person, attentive and meticulous. She was never fragile or timid except when it came to family, where she was exceptionally different. Naomi looked into the eyes that seemed to have seen through her thoughts and said, “Don’t tell Amelia. It’d be scarier for her to know than for my parents!”
A smile appeared in her eyes as she spoke, tinged with helplessness. Her laughter sounded light–hearted. It was like a storm was cleared to reveal a blue sky.
Charles could not help but join in the laughter. “Then, as a compromise, let’s hire a caregiver.”
Naomi’s eyes flickered with a bright light as if she finally thought of an answer that satisfied all aspects.
“I can’t believe I didn’t think of that,” she said, her face adorned with a bright smile, appearing genuinely relaxed.
Charles’s smile deepened upon seeing her change. “Well, I’ve thought of it for you now. Do you think this is a good plan?”
Naomi’s eyes and brow softened. “Yes. Thank you, Charles.”
Her laughter was noticeably different from before, more genuine, bringing her closer to him.
“No need to thank me,” Charles replied, smiling. He stood up, ready to wheel her back to the ward.
However, just as he grabbed the wheelchair handles, his smile disappeared as he looked ahead.
At the end of the corridor, a tall figure stood against the white wall, dressed in a shirt and
trousers. He had one hand in his pocket, and the other holding a phone.
He calmly gazed in their direction, observing Naomi and Charles. It was unclear how long he had been watching.
Charles’s gaze subtly shifted, and the fingers holding the wheelchair handles unconsciously tightened. However, looking at the person staring at Naomi, those deep, intense eyes, he released his grip and lowered his head. “Do you want to go there?”
Naomi looked at Scott, who stood far
Scott was looking at her, his expression unreadable. She could not fathom what he was thinking, but she could sense the difference in him.
He was not the same as before. In the past, his eyes remained unchanged, unaffected by anything that happened. Those eyes had changed. She could not feel his emotions anymore. Was it because they were too far apart?
It must be.
They had been divorced for a long time, after all.
A clear, gentle voice reached her ears, and Naomi’s gaze shifted slightly, parting her lips.