Became A Queen After divorce

Ryan was so agitated that he fainted on the spot.

All his money had gone down the drain.

Not only that, he now had a debt of $66, 000.

After a few days of rest, Sam’s injuries had somewhat improved. The doctor had just finished examining him.

Signing his name on the diagnosis report, the doctor said, “You’re recovering well, Mr. Hurst. You can be discharged tomorrow.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

His subordinates could hardly believe that he had recovered so quickly.

They had been there when he was bandaged up; Mr. Hurst’s entire back had been covered in blisters, and it looked like a layer of skin had peeled off.

“Really, doctor? Shouldn’t he stay a couple more days to make sure he’s fully recovered before being discharged?”

Feeling his medical skills were being questioned, the doctor frowned in displeasure.

“I’ve checked thoroughly. It’s just superficial wounds; he can recuperate at home. There’s no need to waste money staying here.”

The blond henchman wanted to retort: Mr. Hurst isn’t short on money!

Sam cleared his throat, signaling for him to step back, and said, “Alright, it’s decided. I’ll be discharged tomorrow.”

Although everything was under his control, he still felt uneasy without overseeing things personally.

Since Sam had spoken, the blond henchman dared not disobey.

“Yes, Mr. Hurst. I’ll inform the brothers at the hall right away.”

“Alright.”

After the blond henchman and the doctor left, Sam was alone in the ward.

Every minute and second spent in this cold room filled with the unpleasant smell of disinfectant made him loathe it.

At that moment, an elderly couple walked hand in hand past the door.

It seemed the husband was seriously ill, and his wife was constantly supporting him.

The old man refused to take his bitter medicine, acting petulantly.

The old woman was both angry and amused. She tugged at his ear and scolded him.

“Where do you think you’ll find sweet medicine? You need to take it to get better. Stop dawdling and take it quickly.”

“Our grandson is waiting for us at home to celebrate his seventh birthday.”

Mentioning their adorable grandson brought a bright smile to the elderly man’s face.

But the next moment, he sighed and shook his head.

“If only I had a piece of chocolate, I could take the medicine without leaving a drop.”

The old woman seemed to have anticipated this. She magically pulled out a piece of liquor-filled chocolate from her pocket and placed it in his hand.

“Here, the chocolate is right here. Now take your medicine.”

“You were prepared all along.”

“Of course, after so many years together, don’t you think I know your habits? Now you can take your medicine obediently.”

Even in their twilight years, with white hair and wrinkled faces, they still understood and supported each other. Such companionship was truly touching.

For a moment, Sam felt an unprecedented loneliness. He counted what he had at that moment and found it pitifully little.

After watching the elderly couple leave, the corridor became empty again, with only a faint breeze blowing through.

Suddenly, Pearl’s image flashed in his mind.

For several days in a row, she had been bringing him various strange soups.

She brought them for several days, and the blond henchman had diarrhea for several days.

Today, not receiving any of her culinary experiments made him feel somewhat disappointed.

“Could she be working on a new menu again?”

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a faint sound from outside the door, gradually getting closer…

“Could it be her?”

To maintain his image, he quickly lay back under the covers and put on his glasses.

He grabbed a book from the bedside table and pretended to read.

Knock knock knock-

The knocking came right on time.

“Mr. Hurst, may I come in?”

That voice…

Sam was momentarily taken aback; it didn’t sound like Miss Pearl.

If it were her, she wouldn’t ask for his permission. Not barging in directly would already be a great respect for him.

Collecting his thoughts briefly, Sam closed the book and tossed it onto the cabinet beside him.

“Come in.”

The man’s voice carried no emotion, making it impossible to discern whether he was pleased or displeased.

Ruth mustered her courage and walked in.

As soon as she entered, she saw the man’s strikingly handsome face. She shyly lowered her head, not daring to look at him directly.

“Mr. Hurst, are you feeling better today?”

Sam’s gaze lingered on her for a second before moving away. The girl’s reaction disgusted him.

“And you are?”

The question sent a chill through Ruth’s heart.

He didn’t even remember who she was or her name…

“I… I’m Ruth… Miss Pearl’s friend. Didn’t she mention me to you?”

Sam replied with certainty, “No.”

“How could she?”

Ruth couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger. She had clearly asked Pearl to help her pursue Mr. Hurst, and Pearl had agreed.

But she hadn’t done so. It must be because she also liked Mr. Hurst and thus deceived her.

Sam didn’t care about Ruth’s relationship with Pearl; he was more curious about why she was here.

“Miss Ruth, what brings you here?”

“I…”

Facing the man’s gentle smile made Ruth’s heart race even faster.

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Feigning ignorance, Sam continued, “Are you here to see Miss Pearl?”

“She didn’t come to the hospital today. You might want to check at Gilliam Mansion.”

“Yes, I’m here to see Miss Pearl.”

“Since she’s not here… this chicken soup is for you, Mr. Hurst. You need to replenish your nutrition.”

As she spoke, she handed him the thermos container she was holding.

Sam politely declined.

“Thank you for your kindness, but my diet is already taken care of. You should take the chicken soup back.”

She had even used her private savings to make this pot of chicken soup. If Mr. Hurst didn’t take it, wouldn’t her money be wasted?

“Mr. Hurst, please don’t be polite. If it weren’t for you stepping in, Lord Parker wouldn’t have spared me and Miss Pearl.”

“This is just a small token of my appreciation; I hope you won’t refuse.”

Since she mentioned it, Sam decided to tell her the truth.

“You overthink it. It was Mr. Gilliam who instructed me to apologize; otherwise, I wouldn’t have gotten involved.”

Ruth was speechless. Mr. Hurst’s bluntness left her at a loss for words.

“Regardless of whether it was Mr. Gilliam’s request or not, you helped us resolve this trouble. It’s only right for me to thank you.”

“Mr. Hurst… what do you think of me?”

As she said this, she looked at Sam with shy eyes full of anticipation.

Upon hearing this, the man remained silent for several seconds before smiling.

His magnetic voice was as gentle as water, but his words were like a plunge into an abyss.

“I don’t think much of you.”