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.

a smile she knew probably looked terrible, she turned on her heel

frowned at his phone, confused. “What are you even talking about? Who’s Jeanie? I mean, I don’t even like coffee, but if you’re

lost,” Owen

line went dead.

baffled. “What the hell did I

a familiar figure disappearing

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on

Laude coward. She could’ve

returned to the hospital

Quilla to reassure her, telling her he’d be staying with Owen for a few days

she placed in Owen, she hadn’t pressed for details. Instead, she

time with Owen, they had

least a

out how badly Christopher had been treated under the Calhoun roof, the decades–long friendship between the two families would be

of Owen’s private estates to recover. To case any suspicions, they would simply tell Quilla that Christopher had made some new friends and wanted to

ultimately trusted Owen’s judgment

enough that even Christopher, who had

most of the nerve damage was irreversible, she discovered a few areas that still had a chance of recovery.

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

lips. “Honestly? I’ve got nothing to lose.

me, she said

was the only reassurance

of consideration, Christopher nodded.

she continued. “Would you rather have

not too much trouble,

was gnawing at the back of

man, and he was the one providing the space for

the kind of man who never ended

Owen stood motionless, his face unreadable.

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them before Owen

Christopher swallowed.

long before Owen’s lips finally curved, just slightly. His voice