There was a hint of dissatisfaction and anger in Gavin's tone as if I had caused him a lot of trouble.
After hanging up the phone, I clicked open my Facebook account. Instead of commenting on Jessa's original post, I wrote a long paragraph.
It detailed the fire last night and everything I saw, including his rescue of the cat and everything we talked about on the phone.
"Being truthful is never wrong, right?"
In the end, I specifically remarked, [Wishing them a lifetime of happiness together.]
After doing all this, I turned off my cell phone and instructed the nurse not to disclose any information about my hospitalization to anyone.
On the fifth day, my fractured left leg was fixed with a steel plate. I was ready to be discharged.
"Scarlett, stop being stubborn. The doctor said you could be discharged. Let's have dinner together."
At this time, Gavin appeared at my bedside.
He even knew that I was discharged today. It seemed that he knew I was in this ward a long time ago.
Well, after all, I was his nominal girlfriend. He would get the truth from the doctor about his identity.
He had dark circles under his eyes. It seemed that he hadn't slept much these days while taking care of his sweetheart.
In all these years, he had never cared about me so much. He always came to my side only after he finished taking care of Jessa.
I was always in second place. It had never changed.
"Okay."
I nodded in agreement. It happened that I had something to talk to him about.
Since I wanted to break up, some things need to be discussed face to face.
"I'll send Jessa to her new place first. Let's meet in an hour and a half."
Gavin hurriedly left.
He looked as if he were afraid that I would keep him here and delay him from sending Jessa home.
Frankly speaking, I didn't expect him to help me go through the discharge procedures.
Seeing me limping and sweating up and down alone, a young nurse beside me couldn't bear to watch.
While she helped me, she said some comforting words to me.
People in the hospital liked to gossip. Even they knew about me and Gavin.
When the last procedure was done, the young nurse came to me with her cell phone.
On the cell phone, it showed a new Facebook post by Jessa.
The picture showed they were sitting in the back seat of a taxi, with Gavin sleeping and her leaning against his shoulder.
The caption read, [Poor child. He has someone that loves him.]