Chapter 32

“This is what you call ‘not hating me’?”

As he listened to her speak, Matthew felt as if something that had taken root in his heart was suddenly pulled out. His throat tightened, and indescribable feelings struck his heart with a pang.

Veronica leaned against the headboard of the bed. Her complexion had yet to recover, and her body was still weak.

She looked at Matthew, feeling completely unperturbed. “You're the richest man in Bloomstead, and you get to enjoy life every day; I, on the other hand, struggle to earn money just to survive. We are two people on parallel paths, so there shouldn’t be any intersection.”

Veronica slowly lowered her head, her fingertips scraping the quilt at a loss. “When I recover, I'll go to Saint Hospital to settle my parents' discharge.”