Chapter 4 She... really suits you

At the corner of the corridor, Matthew Clark was oblivious to everything in the bathroom. When Mia Carter rushed over to hug him, he was stunned for two seconds, as if thinking of something, and pushed him away with a gloomy face.

Mia Carter seemed a little hurt, and said with red eyes, "Matt."

Matthew Clark stared at her for half a second before he spoke, "Mia, I thought we had a relationship before and you were my grandfather's attending doctor, so I helped you solve those troubles."

The man's big hand had sharp joints and a diamond ring on his ring finger, which hurt Mia Carter's eyes.

She bit her lip, feeling unwilling again.

Mia Carter's voice was a little lower, "Well, thank you for my dad's matter. I know, it's all because I'm useless and my family background is not good, so I can't help you. She...is really suitable for you."

"But Matt." She rubbed her hands together, feeling a little anxious, "I've been working hard to get your family's love, and I came back this time because of..."

"Mia." Matthew Clark interrupted her, "let the past go, for you and for me."

He thought of her resolute departure back then, and his brows instantly turned cold.

Losing interest in talking to people here, Matthew Clark took out a card from his pocket, squeezed it and handed it to Mia Carter, "I still have something to do, you can find someone to do the redemption, here is a million, it should be enough Now, if you can't solve it, call William Jackson and let him handle it for you."

Mia Carter took the bank card and thanked softly: "Matt, I have really troubled you during this time."

It seems that he is not as heartless as he has shown, so she still has a chance.

Matthew Clark nodded, then turned around.

The trip to the hospital took a lot of time for Matthew Clark. He was solving things on the way back to the company when his phone dinged and a reminder popped up.

Matthew Clark froze when he saw the reminder.

Today is Sophia Mitchell's birthday?

There are too many messages on the phone, all kinds of WeChat messages, he scrolled down, and saw a reminder from yesterday morning: the third wedding anniversary with Sophia Mitchell.

He doesn't know.

Matthew Clark dialed William Jackson's phone with a sullen face. As soon as the call was connected, he said unhappily: "Yesterday was my third wedding anniversary, why didn't you tell me? I didn't ask you to remember these important festivals, it's almost here Want to tell me in advance?"

"Mr. Clark, I told you yesterday..." William Jackson was very aggrieved, "I said it in the morning, you go to discuss cooperation in the afternoon, and I went and told you again, and asked if you want to order a cake, You just hummed, I thought you said not to order."

Matthew Clark recalled that it seemed that William Jackson had said it, but at that time there were too many things to pay attention to.

He frowned, and asked again: "Then Mrs. Clark's birthday is today, why didn't you tell me?"

William Jackson said: "I was going to tell you, but you didn't come to the company this morning, and Ms. Mitchell said she was not feeling well, so she sent me to New York to sign the cooperation project, so I sent you a WeChat message."

After finishing speaking, William Jackson added: "This time I ordered the cake first, and it's still from that store. Mr. Clark, you can just pick it up in the afternoon."

Matthew Clark hung up the phone and opened WeChat. Sure enough, William Jackson sent a message saying that today is Sophia Mitchell's birthday. He also chose several gifts and attached the store address for him to buy.

He was really too busy during this time and forgot too many things.

Matthew Clark rubbed the space between his eyebrows twice, called a certain jewelry store, and after returning to the company to deal with the matter, he went to the store to pick up the jewelry and cake, and went home early.

Grace took the cake and the gift, and said with a smile; "Mr. is really caring. Mrs. Clark must be very happy to know."

Matthew Clark hummed, and glanced to the second floor, "Is she unwell?"

Grace nodded, "Yeah, I see that Mrs. Clark's complexion was not very good this morning. In the afternoon, Mrs. Clark said she was going to the hospital. I wanted to accompany her. Mrs. Clark refused, and she hasn't come back yet."

Matthew Clark frowned.

It's almost six o'clock, how long does it take to go to the hospital?