Chapter 542: Chapter 542

It was mealtime, and the enticing aroma of food wafted in from the next room where the patient seemed to be eating already. Marcus Walsh lay motionless on the hospital bed, his stomach constantly protesting with hunger. The owner had just mentioned she would bring the food, so he could only wait patiently.

Marcus felt his life was just too miserable—not only did he get dumped because his identity was exposed, but he also got into a car accident, and now he was starving. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴo(v)elFɪre.ɴet

He had been unable to look at his phone because of surgery two days ago, and only now did he have the chance to pick it up and take a look.

Marcus picked up his phone from the bedside table.

It was silent with no messages, looking very tidy.

In his heart, he still harbored some hope that Rebecca Lowell would come to see him after knowing about the car accident. Unfortunately, he was daydreaming, as Rebecca hadn’t even sent a single message of concern.

Marcus felt a pang in his heart; they had been seeing each other for two months, after all. Didn’t they have any feelings?

He couldn’t help but dial Rebecca Lowell’s number.

The dialing tone brought a glimmer of hope to Marcus’s heart—his number hadn’t been blocked.

Rebecca hadn’t actually blocked Marcus’s number; she just knew he was President Lancaster’s assistant and wondered if she could get to President Lancaster through him, leading to Marcus’s misunderstanding.

The call was answered after a while, followed by Rebecca’s impatient voice.

"Why are you calling me? Didn’t I tell you not to bother me?"

Marcus felt his heart ache as if pierced by a thousand arrows. Rebecca was the one who initiated everything at first.

As an orphan with no parents, he was easily moved by others. Rebecca’s caring and concern made him fall for her.

Now, knowing his identity, she was telling him not to bother her.

Marcus clutched the phone tightly, his eyes turning red.

Already physically in pain, he now faced an emotional blow as well, and even as a grown man, he couldn’t help but cry.

"I... I got into a car accident, Rebecca, can you come and see me?" Marcus suppressed his emotions, asking somewhat pleadingly.

"I’m busy lately, no time to spare. That’s it."

Click, the call ended.

Listening to the beeping in his ear, Marcus sighed softly.

In these days, though the curtain around his bed offered separation, he had seen the patient next to him being visited by family members who cared deeply about their health. In contrast, he was all alone, with no one by his side.

And now Rebecca had also refused his request.

He really should not have held onto the hope that Rebecca would care about their relationship.

Just as Marcus felt utterly despondent, the curtain was suddenly drawn open, catching him off guard, and he met the eyes of a girl.

The girl in front of him was a stranger.

She wore plain clothes, with her hair loosely tied at the nape of her neck, projecting a lazy, carefree air. Her features were quite refined and elegant, exuding a kind of comfort just right, easily lowering others’ guards.

Most importantly, she held an insulated lunch box, looking like she was there to deliver food.

Marcus was stunned for a moment and said, "Are you here to deliver food? You’ve got the wrong bed, Hugh Sutton is in the next room."