CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 47 Community Clinic

Chapter 47 Community Clinic

Francis retrieved his overcoat and cast a glance at her. "Is there something else?"

Julian pursed her lips, looking somewhat aggrieved as she gazed at him. "Can't you stay a while longer?"

"No," he replied curtly, but then added, "I can't stay tonight."

He had said it this way. Julian knew there was no way she could keep him at this point, internally grinding her teeth. She released her grip on Francis with a touch of resentment.

"Never mind, go ahead."

She had stayed up late to be with him, thinking that he wouldn't leave at this time, but it seemed she had overly overestimated her place in Francis's mind.

For a brief moment, she might feel that he cared deeply for her, but in the next second, he would ruthlessly bring her back to reality.

If it weren't for Julian's resilient disposition, she might have gone insane long ago under his capricious demeanor! Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

And Francis did indeed depart, without even a backward glance, as if the man who had tenderly applied ointment to her just moments ago had been a mere illusion.

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Inside the community clinic.

Lilian leaned against the bedside with her pallid lips. Two policemen stood beside her, along with the security guard from last night.

"This is how it happened. I heard the sound of glass breaking, so I rushed over and found her. I called the police as soon as I brought her here."

The residents of the house with the broken window were also present, demanding compensation from Lilian.

The police placed the suitcase in front of Lilian's bed and asked, "Is this suitcase yours?"

Lilian lifted her head, looking at the young police officer in front of her, and nodded.

"Then please make sure to put it away. I've reviewed your identification and already got a general understanding of the situation. We'll do our best to locate those two individuals. Additionally, this is the address of the Disabled Persons' Service Center in the Linkland City. If you have nowhere to go, you can visit here."

Lilian stared blankly at the visiting card in his hand for a moment. She reached out and took it from him, expressing her gratitude.

The police officer then turned to the woman whose house window was broken and said, "I've seen your window glass, and there are only minor cracks. You can simply use some glass glue to mend it, there's no need to replace it. I'll cover the expenses for you since she broke it out of desperation. Is that acceptable?"

The woman glanced at Lilian, her eyes revealing a touch of disdain, though her face remained composed. "Alright, fine. What bad luck I have. While other people's window glass remained intact, she had to break mine!"

Listening to the woman's words, Lilian remained silent with her gaze lowered.

"That will be all for now." The young police officer turned to Lilian again. "I'll cover your medical expenses for now. If you encounter any difficulties or have any leads, you can come directly to the police station."

Lilian nodded.

After the police left, the so-called "victim" woman did not depart. She stood in front of Lilian, saying, "Hey, dummy (an offensive nickname that Julian made up for Lilian)

, you have to compensate me for the glass."

The woman was in her forties, and her appearance did not give away that she was a fierce or malicious person. However, as soon as she spoke, her rough tone was unmistakable.

Enduring the pain, Lilian bent down and lifted the suitcase, opening it to indicate that the woman could take whatever she wanted.

Because she genuinely had no money.

These clothes had all been bought by Francis and were presumably not cheap.

The woman glanced at the clothes in the suitcase, picking and choosing. She even examined the stitching and found the workmanship to be quite good.

"Let me tell you, I spent over three thousand on that window. As for these few pieces of clothing, they're worth at most a thousand, right?"

As she spoke, the woman gathered all the clothes from the suitcase. "Forget it, I just pity you. Don't go around smashing people's things next time, okay?"