Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 105: Chapter 105
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"You—!" Victor trembled with fury, his fists clenching until the knuckles blanched.
"If you weren't ill, I'd wring your neck right now!"
"The feeling's mutual."
Victor was on the verge of exploding.
"Is this your plan, Elena? First you cozied up to my uncle, and now you spew this passive-aggressive nonsense at me!"
"Don't say I didn't warn you. My uncle isn't someone you can afford to provoke."
Elena regarded him as though he were deranged. "Why would I bother provoking you? And for the record, I don't know your uncle well, but from what I've seen his character is a thousand—no, ten-thousand—times better than yours!"
Infuriated, Victor blurted, "Better? Elena, someday he'll kill you and you won't even know why!"
"Do you even know why he suddenly left the country?"
Elena's brows knitted; she was indeed a little curious.
"Because years ago he accidentally killed someone—a rich, well-connected heir from New York. The uproar couldn't be hushed, so our family shipped him overseas for ten years."
"Oh, and you think my uncle actually likes you? People gossip that he's gay, but the truth is he's been carrying a torch for his first love. He's never had a girlfriend because of her. Did you really imagine you'd be the exception?"
The more Victor rambled, the more absurd it sounded to Elena.
"Victor Whitmore, are you insane? You think everyone is as filthy as you?"
"Filthy? Is that how you describe me, Elena?"
"Yes—filthy! Stop pretending to be a saint in front of me; it's nauseating."
"Elena, you—"
Before he could finish, Elena snatched an orange from the table and hurled it at him. "Get out! I said get out!"
Victor threw up an arm to shield himself; out in the corridor Mrs. Lewis heard the commotion and rushed inside.
"Mr. Whitmore, Miss Bennett has asked you to leave. Didn't you hear her?"
"Ungrateful woman!" Victor spat. "You'll regret this!"
Elena shouted, "Get out!"
Mrs. Lewis shoved him toward the doorway and said, "Mr. Whitmore, please."
Victor Whitmore shook her off in a fury. "Move. I can find the door myself."
Before leaving, he shot Elena a venomous look and stormed out.
The moment Victor was gone, Mrs. Lewis hurried off to tell Simon Whitmore that Victor had barged into the ward and started another shouting match with Elena.
Less than half an hour later, Simon strode into the hospital.
Elena had just finished her morning IV. Seeing him, she asked in surprise, "Why are you here again? I thought Mrs. Lewis had everything under control."
Simon's face was dark. "It's too chaotic here. I'm moving you to another hospital."
Without another word, he pulled out his phone.
He said into the phone, "Samuel, find me a room and bring a few people to Central Hospital. I'm transferring a patient."
Samuel Shaw's voice came through the line, "Who is it that requires Young Master Simon himself? Don't tell me it's the same girl from that day—"
"Cut the crap." Simon broke in and hung up.
Elena looked at him, bewildered. "I'm perfectly comfortable here..."
Simon insisted, "This place isn't safe. Riffraff keep showing up to bother you."
His gaze landed on the fruit basket on the bedside table, and he knew at once it had come from Victor.
He picked it up and tossed it straight into the trash, then headed off to arrange her discharge.
"If you weren't ill, I'd wring your neck right now!"
"The feeling's mutual."
Victor was on the verge of exploding.
"Is this your plan, Elena? First you cozied up to my uncle, and now you spew this passive-aggressive nonsense at me!"
"Don't say I didn't warn you. My uncle isn't someone you can afford to provoke."
Elena regarded him as though he were deranged. "Why would I bother provoking you? And for the record, I don't know your uncle well, but from what I've seen his character is a thousand—no, ten-thousand—times better than yours!"
Infuriated, Victor blurted, "Better? Elena, someday he'll kill you and you won't even know why!"
"Do you even know why he suddenly left the country?"
Elena's brows knitted; she was indeed a little curious.
"Because years ago he accidentally killed someone—a rich, well-connected heir from New York. The uproar couldn't be hushed, so our family shipped him overseas for ten years."
"Oh, and you think my uncle actually likes you? People gossip that he's gay, but the truth is he's been carrying a torch for his first love. He's never had a girlfriend because of her. Did you really imagine you'd be the exception?"
The more Victor rambled, the more absurd it sounded to Elena.
"Victor Whitmore, are you insane? You think everyone is as filthy as you?"
"Filthy? Is that how you describe me, Elena?"
"Yes—filthy! Stop pretending to be a saint in front of me; it's nauseating."
"Elena, you—"
Before he could finish, Elena snatched an orange from the table and hurled it at him. "Get out! I said get out!"
Victor threw up an arm to shield himself; out in the corridor Mrs. Lewis heard the commotion and rushed inside.
"Mr. Whitmore, Miss Bennett has asked you to leave. Didn't you hear her?"
"Ungrateful woman!" Victor spat. "You'll regret this!"
Elena shouted, "Get out!"
Mrs. Lewis shoved him toward the doorway and said, "Mr. Whitmore, please."
Victor Whitmore shook her off in a fury. "Move. I can find the door myself."
Before leaving, he shot Elena a venomous look and stormed out.
The moment Victor was gone, Mrs. Lewis hurried off to tell Simon Whitmore that Victor had barged into the ward and started another shouting match with Elena.
Less than half an hour later, Simon strode into the hospital.
Elena had just finished her morning IV. Seeing him, she asked in surprise, "Why are you here again? I thought Mrs. Lewis had everything under control."
Simon's face was dark. "It's too chaotic here. I'm moving you to another hospital."
Without another word, he pulled out his phone.
He said into the phone, "Samuel, find me a room and bring a few people to Central Hospital. I'm transferring a patient."
Samuel Shaw's voice came through the line, "Who is it that requires Young Master Simon himself? Don't tell me it's the same girl from that day—"
"Cut the crap." Simon broke in and hung up.
Elena looked at him, bewildered. "I'm perfectly comfortable here..."
Simon insisted, "This place isn't safe. Riffraff keep showing up to bother you."
His gaze landed on the fruit basket on the bedside table, and he knew at once it had come from Victor.
He picked it up and tossed it straight into the trash, then headed off to arrange her discharge.
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