Chapter 337 It's nothing to stab you to death.
Sonia submitted the discharge formalities a week later. Lenard couldn't stop her. Sonia could act like she was fully recovered. The doctors were in a daze at the medical record book. Sonia seemed to have recovered.
This was what Lenard felt most difficult. She was like a perfect patient. Doctors can't find any loopholes. She took medicine when it was tto take medicine. She was fine when it was tto be fine.
But this situation is the most terrible one, because Sonia pressed down all his inner thoughts deeply and pretended to be healthy, which was even more distressing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOn the day when Lenard sent Sonia out, he called Dixon. He looked at Sonia leaving the inpatient department and said to Dixon, "Dixon, she left." Sitting in the driver's seat under the tree, Dixon looked at the back of Sonia on the roadside. He clenched his fingers on the steering wheel.
"I know." The man spoke, his voice hoarse. Since that twhen he had a big fight with Sonia in the hospital ward, he didn't go to see her again.
The words she said were so ruthless that Dixon had to admit that he was hurt and had no chance to fight back.
He looked at the back of Sonia. The woman stopped the taxi on the side of the road and left with Victor. Maybe she knew that Dixon was hiding behind, but she didn't even look back.
Dixon watched the taxi leave, with complex emotions.
He... didn't want to let her go. He wanted to compensate, wanted to save her desperately. But, Sonia, you tell me, what should I do to let you look back atagain? Dixon finally got off and walked into the hall of the inpatient department. He saw Lenard standing there in a white coat, looking worried. "Finally, you chere." He didn't know that Dixon secretly watched Sonia leave.
Dixon replied, "Well, what did she take away?" Lenard shook his head and sighed. "Nothing." Dixon froze.
After a few seconds, a sense of chilling gradually showed up. "She... didn't take anything with her?" He put his bank card and money on the desk, but she didn't take them. He put a red envelope for Victor under her pillow, but Victor didn't take it neither. The mother and son probably hated everything from Dixon, so they refused to look back.
Lenard said, "She will think that you are humiliating her with money." Dixon's voice was hoarse, "She doesn't want everything that I give her. I want to at least let her have a guarantee for her life. Moreover, she is going to the A Country. She needs money, so..." Lenard patted Dixon on the shoulder. "Forget it. Sonia is just like this. By the way, has she decided where to go?" "San Francisco. Next weekend's flight. Four o'clock in the afternoon." Dixon looked up at Lenard, "I..." "I know what you want to ask." Lenard put his hands in his pockets and frowned. "But Dixon, if you chase after her, maybe she will resent you even more." Dixon knew this would happen, but what else could he do except following her? Sonia does not want anything, including him.
"It will be fine. She is ill now, so she is depressed. She is cold to you." Lenard stared at something far away and whispered, "Dixon, maybe when Sonia comes out of the shadows and has a new life, she will forget the hatred for you. At that time, it may be the best for you to compensate her. After all, everything you have done to her is irreversible. It's nothing for her to stab you to death." Dixon knew this. He could live with all her resentment and resistance, but if he needs to wait until Sonia looks forward, he will be even more afraid.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAt that time, Sonia... may not need him at all. If she lets go of the hatred, Dixon is just a stranger to her. Sonia and Victor arrived at hhalf an hour later at Leon's house. When they went in, they saw a note by Leon on the table. There was sdust on the note. It seems that it has been there for stime. "I don't know when you will cback. Maybe I am too busy when you cback. I have given this house to Queenie. You and Victor can live here peacefully." The man's handwriting is very delicate. After reading the note, Sonia sighed and began to clean up the house. She hasn't cback for a long time. Splaces of the house were already dirty.
Victor and Sonia spent a long ttidying up their home. Then, the mother and son lied on the sofa. Victor smiled and said to Sonia, "Mommy, I haven't been so tired for a long time." Then he asked with concern, "Is the wound on your back healed?" Sonia's eyes darkened, and then comforted Victor, "It's almost healed." Victor stared at her face. "I don't want a scar on Mommy's back." Sonia was touched by Victor's words. Tears almost cout. She touched Victor's head. "It doesn't matter. As long as you are here, any injuries would heal."
Victor means everything to Sonia. If she loses Victor, Sonia's life would be really... no different from death. Sonia ΟΠ and Victor finally had a good sleep. When they got along with Dixon, they were worried day and night. Only now can they be slightly relieved. Sonia was still a little excited at the thought of going abroad to meet Chris after a while. Maybe when they go abroad, they will take everything easy.
Sonia clicked on the dialog. A new message from Chris popped up, "Chris: Have you booked your air tickets?" "Dawn: It's reserved. Four o'clock on Saturday afternoon." "Chris: OK, when you chere, I'll tidy up the house and take you to disco dancing in the evening." "Dawn: Don't bother. Victor is with me." "Chris: Is that boy coming? Good! I miss him!" "Dawn: Chris, I want to talk to you about something..." Chris, a clever man, sat in his apartment in San Francisco, looking at the sentence on the screen and suddenly smiled.
"Why are you laughing so happily?" Eugene looked up at the man in front of him.
Chris held the cell phone in his hand. The hybrid man had pretty eyes His delicate face had a spoiled smile and said a meaningful sentence, "My baby is coming.
"Well, well." Dressed in a white shirt, Eugene got up from the sofa. He and Chris have the sdad. The man stared at his brother's face. Two equally handsfaces looked at each other. Eugene hooked his lips. "Is it Sonia?"