Arguments in the hospital and the piano at home

Valentina Morales let out a furious roar. Her throat felt burning hot, as if it had been torn apart.

Catalina López's expression visibly turned sad. She let out a long sigh and earnestly tried to persuade her, "Valentina, you can't be like this. You're your father's child, but Aurora is also. What's more, she lost her mother when she was young, and her grandmother has also passed away. In this world, perhaps your father is her last relative. If even we, her closest people, treat her badly, how miserable she would be."

Valentina Morales pointed at her slightly trembling mouth, raising her eyebrows and sneering.

"Relative? What kind of relative would harm her own sister and father like this! She clearly wants our lives! Maybe the deaths of her mother and grandmother were also because of her bad luck!"

Catalina López, who was always gentle, suddenly flew into a rage. This was a side that Valentina Morales had never seen before. The way she was so protective of Aurora Morales made her feel even colder inside.

"Valentina! You're becoming more and more reckless with your words. Do you know what you're saying!"

Valentina Morales grabbed the pillow behind her and threw it hard at Catalina López!

"Get out!"

Catalina López took two steps back, both angry and anxious.

"Take some time to calm down! I'll go check on your father and come back later."

When she entered the ward, Diego Morales had already woken up. His face was a bit pale, and his mental state was not good. Javier Fernández stood aside and nodded slightly at her.

"How is he?" Catalina López walked in.

Diego Morales felt a bit embarrassed.

"Almost got pissed off to death by that little wretch! She usually pretends to be well - behaved, but as soon as she's out of the Morales family, she reveals her true colors! She even wants to deal with me, her own father!"

Catalina López looked troubled.

"Master, is there some misunderstanding here?"

"What misunderstanding could there be? This Aurora Morales clearly has found a rich backer, and now that she's got some power, she's getting ambitious! She's even thinking of leaving us behind!" Diego Morales covered his chest and coughed violently, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Each cough sent a tearing pain through his waist.

Catalina López quickly patted his chest to help him catch his breath. She walked to the table, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to him to take a couple of sips.

Diego Morales calmed down a bit, still looking displeased. "Javier, I'm sorry you had to see the embarrassment of our Morales family."

Javier Fernández smiled and replied, "Uncle, you're being too polite. We'll be family sooner or later."

"It's getting late. With your aunt here to take care of me, you can go back."

After all, as the head of the Morales family, being so embarrassed in front of the younger generation made Diego Morales feel ashamed. Javier Fernández understood this well and didn't say much. He left quickly.

Catalina López stayed behind and accompanied Diego Morales until it was dark.

Creak.

The door of the ward opened. Valentina Morales walked in from the outside. When she saw Catalina López, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, as if she didn't understand why she was still there and hadn't left.

Valentina Morales walked silently to Diego Morales' side and sat down. When the latter saw her miserable state, he felt extremely heartbroken.

"Oh, my precious daughter, how did you get hurt like this? This Aurora Morales, she hasn't even come to see us yet. She really disappoints me!"

Catalina López quickly said, "Master, don't be angry. How about I call her and ask?"

The issues between this father and daughter should be clarified after all. She took out her phone and pressed the speakerphone button.

She dialed the number, and Aurora Morales answered after only two rings.

From the other end of the phone came Aurora Morales' cold and arrogant voice, "Stepmom, what's up?"

"Aurora, I'm at the hospital now. Can you come over?"

Catalina López kept glancing at Diego Morales, fearing that he would explode in anger.

Aurora Morales let out an "oh" sound, her tone extremely indifferent, as if she didn't care about this father.

"No time."

Diego Morales' forehead veins were throbbing, and his inner agitation seemed to be ignited by a fire.

"No time? You unfilial child! I think you're too busy running after some random man!"

Aurora Morales' fingers gently glided over the piano keys in front of her, playing two jumping notes.

"Unfilial? Dad, I don't understand what you're saying. As far as I remember, I haven't even touched a single hair on your head. It was you who spoke disrespectfully to Mr. Leonard, and that's why his people taught you a lesson. What does that have to do with me?"

Diego Morales opened his mouth in anger but was speechless the next second. He couldn't find a way to refute Aurora Morales!

"If it weren't for me, with Valentina's reckless mouth, do you think you could have walked out of that room safely? In the end, you should be thanking me."

After saying that, Aurora Morales hung up the phone directly, leaving the two on the other end seething with anger.

"Miss, do you want this piano?"

"Yeah, move it to The Vargas family."

Ricardo Vargas had just entered the house when he heard a lively piano melody coming from upstairs.

Don José stepped forward to help him take off his coat.

"Madam is playing the piano upstairs."

"Why isn't she using the piano room?" Ricardo Vargas asked casually.

Don José had a very good impression of Aurora Morales. This girl was polite and well - mannered in both her words and actions.

"Madam said that she didn't dare to touch your things without your permission. And you have a cleanliness obsession."

Before Aurora Morales entered the house, none of Ricardo Vargas' things were allowed to be touched by anyone except for cleaning. And when cleaning, one had to wear disposable gloves.

Ricardo Vargas slightly furrowed his brows. Why did such distant words sound so harsh when they came from Aurora Morales?

"Why didn't she contact me?"

"We called you."

Ricardo Vargas took out his phone and indeed found two missed calls. He walked upstairs and found the door slightly ajar.

Aurora Morales was sitting in front of the piano, her back straight. Her beautiful eyes were lowered, and her slender fingers danced on the piano keys. Just by looking at her hand gestures, one could tell that she knew a lot about playing the piano.

When the piece was over, Aurora Morales turned a page of the sheet music.

"Why don't you come in?"

Only then did Ricardo Vargas realize that he had been so fascinated by her playing.

"Did you learn it before?"

Aurora Morales was very modest, "Just a little bit."

Ricardo Vargas didn't expose her.

"There's a piano room at home. You can use my piano."

Aurora Morales' red lips curved into a faint smile as she looked at him, her beautiful eyes carrying a hint of teasing.

"I didn't expect we have a common hobby."

Ricardo Vargas replied with a calm "hmm".

But neither of them mentioned the fact that Leonard was coming to Westbrook city for a tour performance.

Just then, her phone rang inappropriately. Aurora Morales walked to the side to answer it. When she saw the caller ID, she covered the phone in advance to prevent the amplified sound from coming out.

"Aurora! Come to the bar! To welcome me!"

"Be right there."

She casually picked up the clothes beside her and brushed past Ricardo Vargas. Her steps paused for a moment.

"My friend is in Westbrook city. I might not come back to sleep tonight."

After all, they were husband and wife, and she still had to give him a heads - up.

Ricardo Vargas nodded slightly.

Aurora Morales quickly took a taxi to the bar. The moment she pushed open the door of the private room, a dozen pairs of men's eyes turned towards her.