“Lilah, I didn't mean to hide it from you," Gerard went on.

“Initially, my plan was to surprise you. I wanted to meet you as soon as I got off the plane. But I got distracted when Walter told me about Laura. I'm really sorry. If this happens again, I promise I'll tell you as soon as possible, okay?"

His apparently sincere words made Lilah somewhat conflicted.

She pursed her lips and tried to manage her mixed feelings. “But she's very special to you, isn't she?" she suddenly asked in a tone that sounded like an accusation.

“She's my friend and she once saved me. I have an obligation to do my best for her, and that's all. Lilah, you don't need to think too much of it. You're the only one in my heart," Gerard assured her, his eyes looking sure and determined.

Lilah didn't know what to say. This was far from what she had imagined.

“Let me take you to see her," Gerard suddenly offered.

Lilah was taken aback. Gerard went on, "She just woke up. It made sense that I went to see her. But if you are worried, then I won't go alone again. Will you go with me now?"

“Umm... Okay," she nodded.

Then they both headed to the hospital.

When they arrived at the VIP ward, they found no one on Laura's bed.

“Maybe Walter has taken her out for some exercise," Gerard remarked.

Lilah nodded and looked around at the luxurious ward. A patient who wasn't an aristocrat wouldn't be able to afford a stay in such a ward.

She stayed silent as the two of them sat there and waited. After a while, worried that Lilah would feel bored, Gerard suggested to her, "Why don't we go to the garden? Maybe they are in the garden."

“Okay.”

The garden was situated in the backyard of the Noble Hospital. It was filled with all kinds of precious flowers, and there was a beautiful swing and some rattan chairs in the middle.

There were not many people around, so the two of them walked quietly.

Before long, Lilah was attracted to a purple rose. It was a new breed that had just been released, so she was surprised to see it here.

She wanted to pull Gerard to draw his attention to the flower, but her hand made contact instead with soft skin.

Lilah was surprised. She quickly looked up. What she saw was a strangely pale but delicate face. In the light of the garden lamp, the woman looked like an angel.

But the moment she spoke, Lilah didn't think she looked like an angel anymore.

“Shame on you!" the woman shouted, her voice laced with indignation.

"Go away!"

She even aimed a swift contemptuous kick at Lilah as she said this.