She couldn't face it.
Her best friend was together with the man she liked.
She really couldn't face it.
Amelia Clarke watched Viola Harris's heartless and resolute departing figure, her eyes gradually filling with sadness.
After all, because of love, she had lost her friendship.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
Her phone rang.
It was a call from Owen Moreland's personal driver, Mr. Clark.
Amelia Clarke composed herself and answered, "Mr. Clark, I'll be right there."
Mr. Clark had come to pick up Amelia Clarke for the hospital.
About fifty minutes later.
Amelia Clarke arrived at the hospital.
She saw two burly men standing at the door of the hospital room and paused briefly.
Upon entering the room, Owen Moreland was sitting on the hospital bed, surrounded by several unfamiliar faces, both men and women. The men were in suits and the women in business attire and high heels, all dressed professionally and neatly.