Aiden Shaw opened WeChat.
Joyce Hughes sent a message: "Sir, I heard Miss Tiana is sick and in the ward next to mine. Has she fallen asleep? May I come and see her?"
Aiden Shaw's long brows were slightly chilly as he replied: "She's asleep, and I don't think your relationship with her is close enough for a visit."
The sarcasm in the words was evident, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
Joyce stared at the text on her phone, tears welling up in her eyes.
Just separated by a wall, yet she could feel his indifference, as if the little bit of affection he had for her had dissipated.
She remembered when he brought her to the hospital last night. She had thought he was worried, quickly getting her into the hospital and handling the doctors.
But later, he didn't come to her ward even once. It was Uncle Hayes who told her he had left, making her realize he didn't want to see her alone.
He managed everything out of responsibility, unrelated to worry and certainly not to love.
