Chapter 93 - Silent Contest
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Samantha blinked intuitively and wanted to see more clearly, but when she looked over again, Timothy’s back was straight and his pace was fast and steady. That swaying earlier was just her illusion.
It was no surprise. A man as insufferably arrogant as Timothy would never show such fragility. His expression remained unchanged, same as when the masked man who kidnapped him pointed a gun at his face.
However, Samantha was still somewhat confused when he just left like that.
She had clearly sensed Timothy’s murderous aura earlier...
Just as her mind was lost in a flurry of thought, Alan’s gentle voice rang in her ears and he asked, “Do you know that man, Sammy?”
Samantha’s consciousness snapped back instantly and she turned around to look at Alan. Her mouth unconsciously opened and she was about to answer the three words, “He’s my husband”.
When those words came to her lips, she immediately reacted. Although Timothy was her husband by law, Timothy married her in a different capacity. She did not want his name to be associated with her in any way, lest she was accused of using her status as his wife to gain benefits.
The corners of Samantha’s lips twitched and she said, “A stranger.”
Her voice was not too loud, but Timothy’s ears could still pick up on it extremely clearly. His footsteps halted for just a brief second before he walked even faster.
After entering the elevator, his eyes overflowed with hostility and he slammed his fist against the elevator’s steel wall!
..
Alan lowered his eyes to look at Samantha’s face. She had exactly the same expression as when she received the call the previous night.
If he did not guess wrongly, the handsome yet dangerous man earlier should be the ‘someone annoying’ that she mentioned.
Getting involved in other people’s private affairs was extremely impolite, so Alan shelved his curiosity and changed the topic immediately. “Let’s go in and see your brother.”
“Yeah.” Samantha could not resist revealing a relaxed smile.
It was easy to get along with Alan because he was very considerate toward other people. He respected other people’s privacy and did not make anyone feel uncomfortable.
Since Corey was still in a coma, Alan came in to have a look at him. After telling Samantha to take note of some things, he got up and proceeded to leave.
Samantha wanted to send him downstairs but Alan declined. “You should stay with Corey. I’ll go by myself.”
After that, he stood up straight and walked out of the ward.
He took out his cell phone, called the driver, then asked to get the car ready. After that, he walked to the elevator entrance and pressed the elevator button.
The floor number in the display above changed one by one until finally the elevator door opened with a ding.
He looked up and made eye contact with a pair of extremely dark eyes. The man’s long figure was leaning lazily against the steel wall and his hands were in his pockets. His entire body exuded a powerful aura that could push a person back.
Was that the man? Did he not leave yet?
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Timothy glanced at Alan. The expression on his handsome face remained unchanged. He then raised his foot and walked out of the elevator.
Alan hesitated slightly but eventually lifted his feet and walked into the elevator.
One walked out and the other walked in. When the two of them passed by each other, a silent show of strength filled the air.
The elevator door closed, descended, and reached the ground floor of the hospital.
When Alan walked out of the building, his car was already waiting at the entrance. Once he got in, he remained silent for a moment and raised his head slightly, looking in the direction of Corey’s ward through the car window.
The driver steering the wheel could not help but ask respectfully, “Are you going back to the hotel?”
Alan remained quiet and unconsciously rubbed his eyebrows with his long fingers.
Upon seeing that, the driver continued, “You hardly slept last night and didn’t have much rest today either. I’d better send you back to the hotel to rest, Dr. Sherwood. Your health is important.”
About half a minute passed before Alan’s voice rang. “Go back then.”
The car started moving and drove away.
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Timothy stood at the door of the ward and pursed his lips tightly. He had a conflicted look in his eyes but a large majority of what he felt was self-deprecation.
He had obviously left the hospital and was already sitting in his car, but in the end, his feet took on a life of their own and brought him back.
In any case, Samantha was still his wife. Why should he allow her to be with some random man?
The person who should be leaving was the third party, not Timothy!
Samantha should not even think about divorcing him and getting married again!
She had to bear the consequences of her choice to return to the country and provoke him!
Timothy grabbed the doorknob, opened the door, and strode in.
Samantha had just come out of the bathroom after washing an apple and was about to take her first bite. Timothy’s sudden return caused her to widen her eyes in shock. The apple then dropped to the ground because she had not held on firmly to it.
The round apple rolled from her feet all the way to Timothy’s feet.
“You...” Samantha stepped back instinctively. Based on her knowledge of Timothy’s temper, she knew that he would not just leave like that. Sure enough, he returned just to find fault with her.
He would not be satisfied until he tortured her!
She subconsciously glanced at Corey sleeping unconsciously on the bed, saying, “This is a ward, Timothy. Corey needs a quiet environment. If.. If you want to sound me off, we can go someplace else!”
Timothy raised his gaze and squinted at her. He did not speak but merely continued to walk toward the hospital bed.
Samantha’s pupils trembled. Had he shifted his target to Corey?
“Timothy, you—” Barely two words into her angry sentence, Timothy’s cold words interrupted her. “I came to see Corey.”
Samantha was stunned. Why would he be that considerate? He had never cared nor asked about Corey ever since they got married.
However, she saw Timothy approaching the bed, and true enough, all he did was look at Corey and nothing else.
She frowned, thought of something all of a sudden, and asked with a realization, “Grandma asked you to come, right?”
When Samantha returned that day, the nurse had told her that a man claiming to be her husband had come the previous night.
Therefore, the reason he came over that day and made repeated visits were probably under Old Madam Barker’s order.
When it came to Old Madam Barker, Samantha was willing to allow his show of filial piety. After all, Samantha herself hoped that Old Madam Barker would be happy.
“Now that you’ve already visited Corey. I’ll tell Grandma that you came to visit. You can go now.”
On hearing that, Timothy’s gaze shifted from Corey’s pale face over to Samantha. He stared at her with his black eyes for a few seconds, then started walking. However, instead of walking out of the ward, he went to the sofa and sat down.
Samantha looked at Timothy’s movements blankly and then thought of something. Her vision came into focus and she asked suspiciously, “Timothy, are you thinking about....staying here to watch over him too?”