Chapter 583 You Get Out Of My Ward

"Okay, calm down now," said Zed once he realized that Jean was getting angry. Her pitch started going higher as she was speaking. He tried to console and stop her but she seemed not to care. "Let's stop here and talk about something else. Should we buy some gifts before we arrive at the hospital?" suggested Zed.

Hearing Zed's words, a shift in her thought took place. She felt much more calm. Slowly, the resentment on her face faded away.

After a while, she calmed down and returned to the sane mental state. Looking around, Jean suddenly came to realize that the words she uttered had hurt Moore. Now he wasn't looking at her and remained silent. She waited for him to catch her eyes and gave him an apologetic look and said, "Moore, I'm so sorry. I was too angry just now. I apologize for saying those stupid words to hurt you."

"I've told you, I'm fine," replied Moore in a peaceful tone. With a bitter smile on his face, he looked at Jean and added, "He can't hurt me anymore."

"Sure, I'm glad to hear that. And now that it's over, we all have to be happy," said Jean as she tried to console Moore a little bit.

Moore looked at Jean with a nod. Although there was still a trace of anger on his face, his facial expression right now had visibly softened.

After getting out of the car, the three of them bought two fruit baskets from a shop that was located near the hospital. With them, they headed straight to the ward.

As they walked past the reception desk, Avery hurried up from a distance to meet them. At the sight of the fruit baskets in their hands, she said sheepishly, "I'm so glad that you come here. But you really didn't need to buy these."

"We are all friends, and these fruits are just a token of our care for Albert. How is he now?" asked Jean with concern.

"Thank god he is out of the woods. And now he is awake. At the moment, he is just resting in the ward," replied Avery as she sighed heavily. And soon, there appeared a grave look on her face as if she was contemplating about a serious matter.

"What's the matter? Why do you look so worried now? He is no longer in risk, right?" asked Jean hastily with confusion written all over her face.

"He has regained his consciousness. However, it will take at least ten to fifteen days for him to recover and leave the hospital," replied a downhearted Avery as she looked at Jean.

"Well, I don't think there is anything to worry about. Besides, you can stay in H City for a few more days. Good for you, isn't it? It is actually a good news! Why do you look glum?" asked Jean confusedly.

"No, it is about Adolf," replied Avery with a sigh. She added, "He keeps blaming himself for Albert's accident. And he kicked himself really hard when he found that Albert almost died. He feels that it is his responsibility to take good care of Al

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and showed no interest in returning.

Both Zed and Moore found Jean's behavior to be surprising. They couldn't help turning to look at her. And at the very moment when they looked, they saw there flashed a cunning look in her eyes. From what they knew about her, they seemed to foresee what she wanted to do next.

"Jean, let's go back and rest since you're tired," said Zed with a frown, trying to stop what Jean was about to do next.

'Albert has just regained his consciousness and it's not a good idea for Jean to do anything stupid here right now.

It will only bring trouble to Avery if Jean pisses Adolf off, ' thought Zed in his mind.

"But I am really too tired to move now. And somehow, there is a special feeling in my heart at the sight of Albert lying here," replied Jean.

"A special feeling? What do you mean by that?" asked Zed with puzzlement written all over his face.

All of a sudden, the others in the room looked at Jean in surprise as if they could not understand what she was trying to say.

"Here's the story. When I was in high school, one of my classmates, a boy, had been in love with a girl for a long time. And one day, he managed to muster up the courage and was about to express his feelings for her. Unfortunately, he saw the girl in the arms of another boy. The boy was so sad that he went to a bar at night and drank till dawn. He was so drunk that he spent the night on the bar table. The next day, when the bartender tried to wake him up, he found that the boy was already dead," said Jean with a heavy sigh.

"What?! But why?" asked Avery all flustered.

On the other hand, Albert turned pale at Jean's words.

"He died because of alcoholism. Alcoholism is not supposed to be fatal. But he died since he was there for a long time. He couldn't be rescued," Jean finished. While she spoke this, her eyes shifted from Avery to Albert.