I Once Married You (Harper and Benjamin)

She Is an Adult

"Don't overthink it. Annie is an adult. Even the best of friends can't share or make decisions for her, you understand?" Benjamin said. Harper didn't make a sound, nor did she respond.

Even though she knew Benjamin was right, she still felt guilty for not taking better care of Annie.

Harper had almost gone without sleep the entire night, and an hour later, she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer and fell asleep. Benjamin laid her on the couch, covered her with his jacket, slightly turned up the air conditioner, and then left the hospital room. He picked up his phone, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately called Larry.

At this time, Larry was still asleep and was surprised by the call. "Benjamin, it's so early, what's up?"

"Just you?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course, it's just me. You think you're here with me?" Larry said, his tone teasing. Benjamin spoke indifferently. "Annie's in the hospital. She just had her stomach pumped and hasn't woken up yet." "What happened to her?"

"I don't know the details, only that she got alcohol poisoning in the middle of the night."

Benjamin's tone was light, but Larry felt the weight of his words.

Larry was silent, not knowing what to say.

Benjamin simply added, "Just think about it."

With that, he ended the call without giving Larry a chance to say more.

Annie woke up around eight in the morning, just as Benjamin had left for the office, leaving Harper alone by her side.

As soon as Annie opened her eyes, she saw Harper sitting beside her bed. She reached out and gently tugged on Harper's arm, murmuring, "Harper..."

Hearing her voice, Harper immediately looked at her. "How are you feeling? Is there any discomfort?"

Annie shook her head. "Sorry for the trouble."

"We don't need to say such things."

Annie smiled faintly, her face pale from having her stomach pumped.

She couldn't eat yet and was very thirsty, but Harper didn't dare give her anything to drink without consulting the doctor first.

Harper had barely left for a minute when the door to the room opened again.

Annie thought it was Harper and asked, "Back so soon?"

But when she turned her head, the person who entered wasn't Harper but Larry.

Their eyes met, and her expression stiffened as she coolly asked, "Why is it you?" "Are you... okay?"

Larry's voice was deep, his expression as calm as ink.

Annie pursed her lips slightly and responded lightly, "I'm fine."

The room fell silent.

Neither spoke again.

Larry stood while Annie lay.

It wasn't until Harper returned with a glass of water and saw Larry that she, too, was slightly taken aback. "Why are you here?"

"I came to see how she was. It's good that there's nothing serious You stay with her. I'll be going now." After saying this, Larry looked at Annie on the bed and said, "Take care."

Annie didn't respond, and the interaction between them was notably awkward.

Harper watched Larry leave, then sat down beside the bed with the water and a straw, which she placed in Annie's mouth.

Harper asked no questions, which made Annie uneasy.

"Are you not going to say anything?"

"Say what?"

"Don't you want to know what I'm thinking?"

"Oh, what are you thinking?"

Harper seemed indifferent.

Annie ignored her perfunctory

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It was probably a common issue for everyone. It sounded good in speech, but it was tough to follow through in action.

Harper spent the morning with Annie

at the hospital. She wasn't seriously ill and could be discharged in the afternoon, but she needed to stick to a light diet for the next few days.

At noon, Eleanor called, asking her to come over. Once Harper confirmed Annie would be fine alone, she went to see Eleanor.

Eleanor rarely reached out first, so Harper couldn't help but worry. "Grandma, are you feeling alright? Should I call Dr. Gene over?"