The Forgotten Girl Is Back For Revenge

Chapter 33

The hospital’s back garden was quiet in the evening.

Owen stood alone, his tall, lean figure effortlessly commanding attention.

There was something about the way he carried himself–an air of quiet solitude.

A few nurses lingered nearby, their shifts technically over, yet none of them were in a hurry to leave.

After all, no one would willingly walk away from such a handsome man.

From a short distance away, Hailey watched him, pressing her lips together in a small, hesitant gesture.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself before stepping forward.

She had almost reached him when his phone rang.

Pausing instinctively, she decided to wait until he finished his call before approaching.

“I’m at the hospital,” Owen said in that deep, steady voice of his. “Something came up, but I’ll be home soon.”

“Just take care of Grandma. No need to worry about me.” He hesitated for a beat before adding, “Oh, by the way, Jeanie- there’s a coffee shop near the hospital entrance. Do you like that sort of thing?”

The name sent a sharp jolt through Hailey’s chest.

Her throat tightened as if she had swallowed something too large to go down. Suddenly, standing there felt foolish, as though she were an uninvited spectator in someone else’s life.

She thought bitterly, ‘So, he’s like this with everyone!

A sharp, inexplicable pang hit Hailey’s chest, dragging her mood down in an instant.

The feeling came so suddenly–this dull, aching kind of disappointment–that she didn’t even know how to react. She was like a child caught off guard by emotions too big to handle.

She had no right to question him and no reason to be upset.

After all, she was the one who had turned him down.

If he had moved on, she had no right to care.

Still, despite all the logic she threw at herself, the unexpected sting of it all was undeniable.

on her heel and walked away before

phone, confused. “What are you even talking about? Who’s Jeanie? I mean, I

Owen

line went

at his phone, baffled. “What the

sight of a familiar figure disappearing into the shadows. A slow, knowing

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on his lips

Laude coward. She

time Owen returned to the hospital room,

be staying with Owen for a few days and

trust she placed in Owen, she hadn’t pressed for details. Instead, she had merely told him to take care

spending time with Owen,

least a week to

had been treated under the Calhoun roof, the decades–long friendship between the two families would be in

deliberation, they reached a decision–Christopher would stay at one of Owen’s private estates to recover. To case any suspicions, they would simply tell Quilla that Christopher had made some new friends

ultimately trusted Owen’s judgment and didn’t push

Christopher’s injured leg. Her movements were steady and professional, enough

a few areas that still had a chance of recovery. However, attempting to restore function would require a series

go through with this and it fails,” she told him, her voice even, “then

I’ve got nothing to lose. Either way,

she said

the only reassurance she

of consideration, Christopher nodded.

tomorrow,” she continued. “Would you rather have the first procedure

much

was gnawing at the back

another man, and he was the one providing the space

was powerful, calculating, the kind of man who never ended up on the

Owen stood motionless, his face unreadable.

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stretched between them before Owen finally spoke.

Christopher swallowed.

before Owen’s lips finally curved, just slightly. His voice was smooth, almost