Chapter 89
Just as Rebekah was about to leave the bar, she saw Basil walk in. Her eyes lit
up.
“Mr. Basil!” she called out.
Basil turned at the sound of his name and met her bright, hopeful gaze. It took him a moment to place her, and when he did, his expression immediately soured. He took a seat at the bar, pointedly ignoring her.
They had only ever communicated online, with just two virtual meetings. Rebekah assumed he hadn’t recognized her. She hobbled over on her crutches and stood before him.
“Mr. Basil, it’s me, Rebekah. I can’t believe I ran into you here. I wanted to thank you for all your help recently p>
Her voice was sincere, but his reply was ice-cold. “Miss Fletcher, I am merely carrying out the tasks assigned by my boss. If not for that connection, I wouldn’t be teaching you anything. You have talent, I’ll give you that. I suggest you focus on legitimate design work instead of wasting your time on… other things p>
He pretended not to notice her injured leg. He admitted she was gifted, but her work on the recent drafts had been sporadic at best. More than anything, he despised people who relied on connections and lacked drive.
His passive-aggressive tone didn’t go unnoticed. Even if she was slow on the uptake, Rebekah could feel his hostility. It must be because she hadn’t submitted her drafts lately.
“Mr. Basil, I know I haven’t sent in my work. It’s my fault. I’ve had some family issues, but I should be discharged from the hospital soon. I promise I’ll submit my drafts on time once I’m home p>
Basil didn’t respond.
Feeling awkward, Rebekah rubbed her nose and decided to leave.
Not long after she returned to the hospital, Jensen arrived with Daphne in tow. Rebekah stared at them, shocked.
“What… what are you two doing here p>
Jensen’s face was grim. He shot her a cold glare, a rare sight, and didn’t answer. “Take a look at her,” he said to Daphne, his voice low and tight.
Daphne sighed. Her day was already packed, and now this guy drags her from her clinic to the hospital without a word of explanation, all to check on his crush’s leg. She really had to thank him for his unwavering faith in her medical skills.
“Miss Fletcher, let me see your leg p>
Still reeling from the shock, Rebekah lowered her head guiltily under Jensen’s dark stare.
After a thorough examination, Daphne’s brow furrowed. “You have a new injury on top of an old one that never fully healed. If you don’t take care of this properly, you could be left with a permanent disability p>
The hospital doctor had said the same thing so Rebekah wasn’t particularly fazed. But beside her, Jensen’s hands clenched into tight fists, his lips pressed into a thin line. The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Daphne sighed again. “I’ll go back and prepare some medication for you.” Without waiting for a response, she left.
Once Daphne was gone, Rebekah looked at Jensen, her voice laced with unease. “How… how did you know I was in the hospital p>
Jensen didn’t answer her question. He just stared at her face for a long moment before finally speaking. “Rebekah, divorce Benjamin p>