Novel Titanic
Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Chapter 12 Let’s Talk
When I saw Dale standing next to the car with the food container in his hand, I was surprised and then
hurried forward. “Dale, why didn’t you ring the bell? It’s cold outside.”
Dale smiled, handed over the food container to me, and said, “Mrs. Hinton asked someone to make it
this morning. She said that you were about to go to the hospital to check on Mr. Hinton today and that
you could bring it over together with you. In such a way, you wouldn’t have to make breakfast.”
I pursed my lips. Carley went through so much trouble to bring Walter breakfast. Obviously, she knew
about his heroic acts. She was worried that I would leave him in the hospital without showing any
concerns, so she used this as an excuse to urge me to go to the hospital to check on him.
I sighed at the efforts she had made. I took the food container, looked at Dale, and said, “Sorry for the
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Dale smiled, looked at me, and said, “Mrs. Hinton isn’t feeling good these days, so Ms. Conner, you
may have to take care of Mr. Hinton for a while. Mrs. Hinton asked me to tell you that after Mr. Hinton is
discharged, you and he can go back to the old place to spend some time with her.”
I nodded and smiled, “Sure. We’ll be back as soon as Walter is discharged.”
Seeing Dale leave, I looked at the food container and sighed silently. Walter was taken care of by
Ashley, and there was no use in me being there. Yet now, since Carley had said so, I had no choice but
to go.
After a moment’s pause, I went to the hospital anyway.
I arrived at the hospital.
In the ward, Ashley was sitting beside the hospital bed, holding soup in her hand, and whispered softly
to Walter, who was leaning on the hospital bed, “Walter, I made it this morning. Give it a go.” As she
spoke, she was about to feed Walter.
Walter tilted his head and looked at her. “I’m not hungry yet.”
Ashley did not force him. She put the soup aside, and there was nothing but caring on her delicate
face. “Does your wound still hurt?”
He shook his head. “It’s fine. You’ve been up all night. Go home and rest.”
She shook her head and looked affectionate. “You are here alone in the hospital. Even if I go back, I
won’t be able to sleep. Let me stay here.”
Seeing too much of certain things made one numb. I was about to lean against the door frame for a
moment, wondering if I should get the nurse to bring the food container in.
Yet before I reached the door frame, Walter saw me. He sized me up, his eyes cold. “How long are you
going to stand there?”
Seeing that he was looking at me, I straightened up and went straight into the room. I put the container
on the cupboard next to me, looked at him, and said, “Sorry, I came at a bad time.”
With that, I opened the container, took out the nutritious breakfast Carley had someone prepared,
pulled a chair, sat down, looked at them, and said, “Carley asked me to bring this. Go on. I won’t affect
you.”
Walter frowned, looked at Ashley, and said, “Go back and get some rest.”
Ashley looked at him pitifully. “I’m worried about you, Walter.”
“Go back!” Walter was obviously furious and impatient.
Ashley was sensible. Though she was very unwilling, she stood up and walked out.
Seeing that she was gone, Walter looked at me and then the container. He said, “Why don’t you open
it?”
I frowned and wanted to ask him to open it himself. After all, his hand wasn’t broken.
Yet I swallowed the words. Instead, I opened it for him. When I reached for the spoon, I thought
Ashley’s soup was getting in the way, so I threw it in the trash can.
He looked at me without saying a word. His handsome face showed no sign of any emotion.
I handed him the spoon deadpan. “If you want it, I’ll pick it up.”
He looked away and coldly snorted, “You make full use of the trash can.”
I heard the sarcasm.
I pressed my lips, sat back in the chair, and said calmly, “Thank you for your praise, Mr. Hinton.”
He looked at me and did not speak again but ate gracefully. The Hinton family’s servants had always
prepared things in accordance with his taste, and therefore he enjoyed the food very much.
Perhaps he was in a better mood because of the food. When he finished, he put down the spoon,
stared at me, and said, “Tabatha, let’s talk.”
I collected myself and looked at him. “About?”
“Me and Ashley,” he said calmly and looked calm. He had always maintained that aura that was
exclusive to young men from those rich families.