Savage Love On His Wheelchair

"Well, there's no way I'm taking care of that bitch." Laurie hung up the phone and sneered.

"Well, nothing against you, but why should you, a head mistress, sulk with a little girl? Didn't you say she was going to marry Wilson Grant in a few days?" Said a buxom lady, faintly.

Laurie got angrier and angrier as she thought about it. Finally, she waved her hand and said, "Girls, I'm going back now. We'll catch up later."

With these words, she picked up her bag and turned away.

Andrew Harris stood outside for a moment, collecting his emotions, and then walked slowly into the room. Seeing Rosemary sitting in the corner of the bed with the quilt, he immediately approached her. "Rosemary, what's going on? Why don't you have a good rest?"

Rosemary saw Andrew Harris's gaunt, tired face and said, "Dad, I want to go home. I'm fine. Can we get out of here?"

"Okay! Let's go home"

Andrew Harris quickly checked her out and took her home.

"Mr. Harris, Miss Harris, welcome back!" Mrs. Smith went to help Rosemary and said, "Miss Harris, I'll get you upstairs for a hot bath, and then I'll get you something to eat."

Rosemary smiled at Mrs. Smith. "Thank you, Mrs. Smith."

"Rosemary, I need you to get some rest at home. I have some work to do. I'll be back with you when I'm done." Andrew Harris looked at his daughter apologetically. He should have been at home with her more, but there were things at work that could have been very serious if he didn't take care of them himself.

"Dad, you go do your thing. I'll be fine."

"Okay!"

"Mrs. Smith, take good care of Miss Harris." Andrew Harris said and walked out.

Knock....

Rosemary had just gotten out of the shower and was getting ready to go to bed when there was a knock on the door.

Sometimes you didn't want to cause trouble, but some people just wanted to take it out on you.

Rosemary hesitated for a moment, but finally answered the door. "I heard you were hospitalized yesterday. I was worried for a long time. Now I'm relieved to see you're okay."

Daisy was wearing a pink dress and her skin was fair and rosy. It was obvious that she had just come from outside.

"Well, I appreciate your concern, but if that's all, I'll need a break."

Rosemary turned to close the door, but Daisy let out a peevish laugh.

"Do you know where I was today?" Daisy cocked her pointed chin in triumph.

Daisy walked over to Rosemary and said slowly, "I've been with John Sawyer since yesterday."

Rosemary heard John Sawyer's name, and it hurt. The name was a scar for her, and she needed time to heal.

"Well, congratulations. It takes courage to use the rest of someone else's." Rosemary's look of disapproval pierced Daisy's heart.

Daisy clenched her hands, took a deep breath and put on a sweet smile.

"You're about to marry into The Grant family. I mean, I didn't meet John Sawyer until later, but at least he was a real person, not like you, a..."

Rosemary felt like Daisy was a clown. She was sad.

"Dear sister, but mine is not discarded, but yours is used."

The door banged shut.

"Rosemary..." Daisy clenched her hands, but there was nothing she could do.