---- Chapter 228 "I know. But thanks to you being by my side, my trauma is long gone." Wendy smiled even brighter , yet Liam could no longer meet her gaze. He lowered his head, pretending to unlock the brake on her wheelchair as he muttered, "I'm not a psychologist." "But you're more effective than any psychologist to me," Wendy stated candidly, completely unaware of Liam's subtle pull back. "Ts that so?" Liam sounded mildly amused as he spoke.

"Then I'llhelp you." Wendy quickly added, "I didn't say that just to get you to help me, you know." "Tt doesn't matter. No matter what you say, I'll still help you." As Liam stood, the way he looked at her returned to its usual seriousness and calm. Wendy raised an eyebrow. "You don't look all that willing to help me." "You're reading too much into it, Dr. Sanders," he replied coolly. Wendy couldn't help but laugh upon hearing the way he addressed her.

"But before we get to that, I do need one more ---- favor from you." "Sure." Liam nodded. Three days later, on the day of Wendy's discharge, Yara came to help her pack her things. "Do you still want this cup?" "Yes, put it in that bag over there." As they conversed, the hospital room door opened. Turning her head, Wendy said, "We're almost done packing. You should have gotten here earlier-" She stopped mid-sentence, her breath catching the moment she spotted Elias. "Wendy, I'm sorry.

I only found out last night that you were hospitalized ," Elias said, pursing his lips. In his arms was a large bouquet of lilies. Seeing the flowers in his arms, Wendy frowned slightly. "It's fine. It wouldn't have mattered even if you hadn't come."" Elias approached her. "Why do you always speak to me like that? I just wanted to check in on you." Wendy's frown deepened. She turned to Yara. "Everything's pretty much packed.

Liam will be here soon to move everything, so you can go back to your work." Glancing at Elias, Yara whispered , "Will you be alright here on your own?" ---- Wendy nodded. "I'll be fine." Once Wendy and Elias were the only ones left in the room, Wendy, still in her wheelchair , held up a hand to stop Elias from approaching. "That's enough. Don't come any closer." Elias stopped a couple of steps away from her.

"Tknow you're still mad at me, but do we have to keep giving each other the cold shoulder like this? I already told you didn't know you were in the hospital." Even though Elias had specifically come to visit Wendy with a huge bouquet, his face was full of confusion and reproach. Seeing him like this, Wendy felt her anger fade without warning. She let out a cold chuckle, then looked up with a questioning gaze. "Did I say I was upset about you not coming to see me? I don't think so.

I simply don't want to see you anymore. Why do you have to overthink and complicate everything?" The room fell silent at that. Elias face flushed, then paled. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out for a long time. Wendy let out a sigh, unwilling to keep up the pretense. "I wouldn't have held it against you even if you didn't want to visit me, After all, you've already chosen to side with the Sanders family, have you not?"