GoodReadKatherine always tended to handle things with great efficiency. Scarlett had only just given her the instructions, and the next day Katherine helped Linley and her family move into an apartment registered in Scarlett's name.
Linley called Scarlett something after three o'clock in the afternoon. "Thank you, Scarlett." On the other end of the line, Scarlett could tell that Linley was speaking in a choked voice.
"Linley, I'm the one who should say thank you." "No, | would've done the sthing if it were someone else." Linley paused momentarily and then added, "Scarlett, | never blamed you." There had been a twhen she cursed fate for being unfair to her, and she had also once blamed Darnell for his ruthlessness, but she had never blamed Scarlett.
After hanging up, Scarlett looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking lost.
Not until someone knocked at the door did she jerk out of her trance. "Cin." "Ms. Reed, all necessary arrangements have been made for Ms Tucker. The doctor's suggestion based on preliminary diagnosis is that Ms. Tucker should stay in the hospital twenty-four seven receiving medical treatment for three months, and that she should wait until her conditions improve before leaving the hospital." Scarlett nodded. "What do Linley and her family think of it?" "Ms. Tucker's willing to receive medical treatment." After saying that, Katherine paused briefly and handed Scarlett a box. "Ms. Reed, Ms.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTucker askedto give you this." Surprised, Scarlett took it. "Thanks. You may go where you're needed." Katherine bobbed her head. "Yes, Ms. Reed." With that Katherine turned around, walked out and closed the door.
Scarlett was the only one left in the office. She walked around her desk back to her chair, sat down and opened the box in her hands.
As the lid of the box was slowly lifted, a brand-new pen was revealed in front of Scarlett's eyes.
Scarlett looked at the pen, a somewhat vacant look on her face.
Unless she was very much mistaken, this was the very pen that she had lent Linley before an examination in their freshman year.
There were also a couple of origami stars in the box. Beneath the pen was a slip of paper with a message written in Linley's neat handwriting. It read "Thank you for lendingyour pen, Scarlett. Make yourself happy every day!" Scarlett could tell that Linley had written those words in that year. As for why Linley had waited until now to return the pen to her, it was probably because Scarlett had seldom gone back to the university, and Linley had never found a chance to return the pen to her.
Scarlett collected her thoughts, unscrewed the cap of the pen and pulled a piece of wastepaper from the side of her desk.
After so many years, there was still ink in the pen.
She wrote Linley's non the paper, then screwed the cap back on the pen and put the pen away.
Linley was such a nice girl. Scarlett couldn't bear to see her like this.
Something after four o'clock in the afternoon, the copyright agreement that Scarlett had given Alexander last night was returned to her.
She had gotten the copyright of the comic adaptation of "Lost Youth". All she needed to do next was wait while Linley regained her health bit by bit.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShortly after five o'clock, Scarlett went straight to the hospital with a newly drafted contract.
When Scarlett arrived at the hospital, the doctors had just finished assessing Linley's progress for a second time.
The attending surgeon was filling Linley and her mother in on Linley's health conditions.
Scarlett walked to the door of the ward, but she didn't enter immediately. Instead, she knocked at the door.
On hearing the knock, all those in the ward turned to look at her in unison.
Linley was clearly happy to see Scarlett. " Scarlett." Scarlett smiled and walked inside. "Please continue, guys." Dr. Grey glanced at Scarlett, withdrew his gaze and smiled mildly at Linley. "Ms.
Tucker, you're just ill. Your life will soon return to normal as long as you stay cooperative during your treatment." Linley obviously looked much better than she had yesterday, and she manifestly had great trust in Dr. Grey.
"Okay, Dr. Grey. I'll do as you say."
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