Farewell To My Endless Love

Scarlett's POV:

Rita was not welcome, so it was a big shock when she came in Charles's ward. The instant she saw Charles lying on the bed, she ran to him and cried out, "Charles, what happened to you? Does it hurt?"

I rolled my eyes and complained in my heart, 'Of course, it hurt. Why don't you get yourself into an accident and see for yourself?' But I must admit, Rita's acting was getting better. I would have been convinced by her performance if I did not know her better.

"Oh my God! I can't believe it! I wish I were the one who got into the car accident instead." Tears streamed down Rita's face as she spoke.

However, Charles seemed rather annoyed. He moved his hand away in disgust and said exasperatedly, "Rita, you're so noisy. You're giving a headache."

Rita was taken aback by what he had said. She opened her mouth to speak, but words stuck in her throat.

I did not want to stay here anymore because of her. With that, I turned around to leave. But before I walked out of the door, I turned to Charles and reminded him, "Don't forget what I've asked you to do." I marched out of the room as soon as I said those words when, all of sudden, Rita stopped me.

"Scarlett, aren't you gonna say hello to me?"

She had always been arrogant to me. Like a rooster, she had endless energy and an unceasing fighting spirit. She would devote a significant amount of time just competing for men's attention. How pathetic. With a deadpan expression, I turned around and greeted her, "Good afternoon, Miss Lively. It's nice to see you."

I was like a robot. Not a hint of expression could be seen on my face. Without waiting for Rita's response, I closed the door behind me. I was worried she would make trouble again, and I would not have the patience to stand her.

Meanwhile, Richard, Rita's bodyguard, was smoking outside the door. He nodded at me when he saw me. He seemed to be troubled about something. He was bearded, and his hair was unkempt. Not only that, but he was also wearing a wrinkled suit. He looked as though he did not care about anything anymore.

Why did Richard seem troubled by girls? I was perplexed.

"Miss Riley, let me walk you out," Richard offered.

As I was in a bad mood, I nodded and accepted his offer.

Before we entered the elevator, Richard threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and turned to look at me. "Miss Riley, can I ask why you didn't stay with Mr. Moore?"

The way he asked me was somehow clever. I could not figure out if he was on Rita's side or if he really wanted me to stay with Charles.

Instead of answering his question, I looked at him in the eye and asked, "Richard, are you in love with Rita?"

Richard was taken aback by my question. But judging from his reaction, I could say that I was right.

I did not ask any more questions. Fortunately, the doors of the elevator opened. I stepped in and pressed the button to go down.

I could not stop thinking about what Charles had told me-Rita's child was not his. I used to think that nobody would dare to touch Rita. But as Charles had said, why could she not be the one who had taken the initiative to seduce others?

Besides, if she did not give Richard hope in the first place, how would he fall in love with her? There must be something that I had not known yet. I had a vague feeling that this matter was beyond my comprehension. No matter how hard I thought about it, I could not figure out the answer.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the entrance of the hospital. While I was in deep thought, Christine's voice rang in my ears, bringing me back to my senses. I looked around and saw Alice not far away, holding Christine's hand.

"Scarlett, what are you thinking about? We called you several times, but you didn't seem to hear us." Christine cupped her face and pretended to be sad.

I hurried forward and took the food box from Alice's hand. "Sorry, I didn't see you there. I was just thinking about work." "You don't have to apologize. Your grandma was just kidding. It seems that you have something on your mind. Penny for your thoughts? We're here for you, you know?" Alice smoothed my hair with a smile.

I smiled back at her and accompanied them to Charles' ward.

"How is Charles? I don't have a great-grandchild yet. He'd better take care of himself," Christine said straightforwardly.

"He's okay now. He should be fine after resting for a while," I reassured. Suddenly, something occurred to me, and I added, "Rita is pregnant. You will have a great-grandchild soon." Christine fell stunned. But as soon as she regained her composure, she sighed and shook her head.

"Actually, I don't believe that Charles is the father of Rita's child. He's not the kind of person who would walk away from his responsibilities. He's my son. I know what kind of person he is," Alice conferred. Her words made me rethink my standpoint. Of course, I did not believe that Charles was irresponsible, especially that the matter was serious. But sometimes, what people see was not the truth.

We arrived at the door of the Charles's ward a few minutes later. I noticed that Alice's face darkened when she saw Richard.

"Scarlett, take good care of your grandma. I'm going to see that bitch Rita." Alice stormed into the ward without even waiting for our response.

Holding Christine's hand, I then followed Alice inside.

The moment we entered the door, we saw Rita sitting by the bed morosely.

She seemed to be mortified at the sight of the two elders. The orange in her hand fell to the floor, and she looked at us with a pitiful expression.

We had not said anything yet, but she already looked as though she was bullied. She was indeed a cunning woman.

With a sneer, Alice walked over to her and asked crossly, "Why are you here? You're not welcome here. You can leave now."

"Alice, I... I just came here to see Charles. I'm worried about him," Rita stammered with tears rolling down her cheeks. I must say, her acting was impressive.

"My son doesn't need your concern. Leave now, or else I'll call someone to kick you out." Alice warned with a serious expression. Meanwhile, Rita tried to win sympathy with tears, but Alice did not buy it. Rita just stood there and refused to leave. She kept glancing at Charles with pleading eyes, but he just ignored her and continued reading his book.

In the end, she left dejectedly.

She marched out of the ward briskly. She did not seem like a terminal patient who was weak and dying.

Grandma patted my hand and queried, "Look at her. Is she really sick?"

"She should be..." The truth was, I was not sure either. Charles was the one who hired Rita's doctor. There was no way she could fake it. But then again, Rita did not look ill. The doubts in my mind grew at the thought of this.

"Forget it. Just ignore her. I need to teach Charles a lesson."

Christine walked towards Charles's bed and began scolding him.

"Charles, you brat! Look at what you've done to yourself. You need to give me a great-grandchild before you die," she said loudly. Her voice was so loud that I was not sure if the people outside could hear her. Annoyed, Charles pulled the quilt over his head. "Don't think that I'll let you go if you don't say anything. How could you mess around and ignore your own safety?!" Christine gave Charles an earful. The more she talked, the angrier she became.

"Your grandmother is right. Also, why are you covering yourself with the quilt? Are you ashamed, huh? Can't we hold you accountable anymore?" Alice raised her hand as if to hit Charles, but I reached out and stopped her.

"Mom, Charles's arm is injured. Please don't be mad at him anymore. Nobody wants to get into a car accident and put their life in danger."

"Scarlett, Charles hasn't been nice to you, but you're still defending him. Why don't you just break up with him?" Alice scoffed.