Heart Stolen by A Heartless Man

Finnley left after letting out the harsh words.

When Jensen returned, he only saw Hattie alone in the ward. He placed the cut fruit plate on the bedside table, looking at her tenderly, "If you don't want to tell me, I won't force you, but if he threatens you, I hope you can tell me in time so that I can protect you."

"I'm fine." Hattie smiled, "Let's eat fruit."

"I bumped into the doctor when I went to wash the fruit, and he said you can be discharged tomorrow." Jensen helped Hattie sit up and put a pillow behind her back to make her sit more comfortably.

"Is that so? I'll be leaving here tomorrow..." Hattie's expression, however, didn't look like she was excited.

Tomorrow...she would be leaving Greyson either, right?

She hadn't seen him for so many days. Was he doing well? Were he...and Miss Porter enjoying a sweet time as a couple?

Jensen knew what she was thinking by the look on her face. He took her hand in his and said, "Hattie, stop thinking about it, okay?"

Hattie snapped out of her trance and smiled at him, "Well, I don't think about it, not anymore."

Yes, it was time for her to cut ties with Greyson.

In a physical condition like hers, she would only be a burden to anyone she followed.

Greyson couldn't wait for her to die, and that was what she also wanted to see happen, wasn't it?

She wouldn't not burden Jensen either, even though she was going to leave here with Jensen, but after leaving here, she would also leave Jensen and then spend her last days alone.

But Jensen didn't know what she was thinking yet, he just thought she really wanted to leave with him for Greyson.

Although he was a bit dejected, he was grateful that she was willing to leave with him.

Jensen smiled tenderly, and he had already begun to plan in his mind for their lives after they left.

A life that belonged only to him and her.

The life he had dreamed of countless times.

It was finally coming true.

Greyson looked at the documents in front of him with some annoyance.

The data and reports as well as proposals only gave him headaches.

He couldn't help but keep thinking about Hattie.

The woman who was ruthless and good at acting.

Their previous happiness was all a sham.

It was just wishful thinking on his part.

She provoked him first, but in the end, he was the only one trapped in the feelings that couldn't get out.

What ridiculous he was! He was the rightful heir to the Morgan family, but he was being played by a woman.

He recalled the happy and sweet times they had long, long time ago.

She always liked to cling to him and had a lot to talk to him, never feeling inferior because of her own status and never thinking anything else about him because of his status. He never found her annoying, only that she was novel to him.

At that time, he thought she was an extraordinary woman.

Innocent, unsophisticated, confident, positive, independent thinking...

All her qualities appealed to him.

He even had the idea of going all the way with her for the rest of his life.

It was so hard for them to be together.

Yet, she kept disappointing him,

She was like a kid with a three-minute passion who got what she wanted and didn't cherish it anymore.

Greyson clenched his fists.

Gradually, he discovered her essence.

Materialistic and calculating.

But at the same time, she was an extremely contradictory woman.

As he thought before, she loved money and could betray herself for five or ten million, but she never asked him for money.

She said she wanted to leave him, yet she always came to him.

He was a little confused as to what she was thinking.

Was she still in the hospital? Was she getting better?

He had been thinking about these things for the past few days, which were all about her.

The people he sent to investigate this matter also always failed to give him a reply.

Every time he thought of her, he just wanted to give himself a slap.

She had said with her own lips that the man she loved all the time was Jensen, and when she was with him, she just treated him as a replacement for Jensen because his back was so much like Jensen's. But he still couldn't stop thinking about her.

Greyson closed his eyes, and after a while, he put on a bitter smile.

"Do you really not need to pack your luggage?" Jensen asked.

"Yes, I don't have any luggage to pack." Although Hattie had recovered from her injuries from the car accident, her face was still so pale it was almost transparent.

After all, she hadn't forgotten that the acute poison was still spreading through her body.

As long as the toxins were not removed, her body wouldn't get better.

Greyson looked at her pale face for a while, then sighed, "Well, let's buy it when we get there.

"No need to buy me anything. I don't need it," Hattie refused in a hurry.

"Let's not get into that now. I still need to get ready, would you like to go home with me first?" Jensen asked.

"Sure, you must need to pack some things, right? I can go and help you pack if you need to," Hattie said.

"I don't need you to help me. You're a patient and you're still very weak. How can I ask a patient to help me pack my stuff?" Jensen smiled, "It's just that I'd be worried if you stay alone, so I have to take you with me."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐