Chapter131

Natasha's POV

I really don't want to stay here.

But if my stay here can make my father feel less guilty.

I can stay.

I asked my mother and Bran to take good care of my injured father.

Then I asked them to leave.

After sending them away, Edward returned to the ward.

At this time, I had walked to the bedside from the door and was looking down at the man who was motionless on the bed.

Edward walked to me and looked at me.

"Will he really die?"

"Do you care?"

Edward stared at me with a serious expression and said, "Natasha, in fact, I have always wanted to ask you, what on earth does Winson owe you that makes you so heartless to him?"

I didn't say anything.

Edward turned around and looked at me.

As a good friend who grew up together, he really felt bad.

He questioned, "how many things have Winson done for you?

He is an arrogant man. He always looks arrogant and cold to everyone. But to you, even I can see his humbleness in front of you.