After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 1050 Back To The Villa

Chapter 1050 Back to the Villa

In the hallway, Besse paused as she pushed the wheelchair. She saw Oscar.

He was one floor up but they had never met during the past month. Unless Oscar brought himself here, she wouldn't have the chance to meet him. Salem was accompanying him. He held Oscar's hand. The sudden encounter left Besse unsure whether to focus her gaze on Oscar or the boy. She felt a myriad of emotions towards Salem and feared losing control of herself. As for Oscar, she just wanted to stay away from him.

"Sal said you might be in danger, so I came down here to check on you." Explained Oscar as he appeared out of nowhere.

"Manuel is accompanying Susan for her prenatal checkup today, and Theodore wasn't here," Oscar continued, "so I came instead."

Oscar glanced at Doyle's ward before turning his attention back to Besse who sat coldly in her wheelchair.

"It seems like everything is fine."

"Hmm... everything is fine." Replied Besse.

Oscar nodded slightly before saying, "Well then, I'll leave now." And with that said, he turned around and walked away without looking back once. Salem turned back to glance at Besse behind them. "You can stay here if you want," suggested Oscar towards Salem.

"No, you should take care of him yourself, don't pass your duty to someone else."

Oscar pursed his lips tightly together upon hearing this response, which seemed like criticism; however, he just wanted Salem to stay with Besse as long as possible since she was about to leave. But Besse had made it alarmingly clear. On second thought, Besse and Doyle might be disturbed by Salem. Since they had just both survived, they were supposed to cherish the time spent together. Thus, Oscar nodded and said, "Sorry."

Besse felt a sharp pain in her heart-she saw the frustration in the little boy's eyes. She had just explained to Salem an excuse for her physical cause. Now, her rejection hurt him again.

But, Salem told her that he would choose his father. Well, then, Oscar should take the responsibility of a father.

She suppressed herself and said nothing. Pushing the wheelchair, Besse passed them two.

"I will be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow and go back to Jolencami." Said she.

Oscar froze there, and Salem showed a reluctant face.

"Miss Besse, are you leaving the day after tomorrow?" asked Salem.

Even though Besse had just turned him down, he still couldn't bear to see her leave. The news made him heartache. "Uh-huh." Besse nodded.

"Will you come back here? Will I be able to see you again?" Salem asked excitedly.

Besse bit her lip lightly and said in a flat tone, "No, I won't come back."

But she didn't answer whether they could meet again or not.

"You won't come here anymore?" Salem's eyes turned red.

He didn't understand why he could be so reluctant. He wanted to ask her not to leave.

Besse felt it excruciating to face Salem at this moment. She wanted desperately to reach out and touch his little face, hold him tightly in her arms and never let go. But in the end, she just pushed the wheelchair away because she could only cruelly deal with the things that she could never change.

Oscar was standing still, watching her leave. He just wanted her to be happy, even if she would leave him for good. Besides, he didn't think he earned the right to ask her to stay. This was how he always comforted himself.

Besse returned to her ward and lay silently on the bed while staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. She didn't know what she was thinking or what could be thought of at all since everything seemed like a mess inside of herself now.

After an unknown amount of time passed, someone abruptly opened the door, which caught Besse off guard.

"Besse, are you leaving?!"

Besse looked at Susan, who was followed by Manuel.

"Yeah, Doyle will do a checkup tomorrow, if everything is OK, we'll leave for Jolencami."

"You're leaving again!" Susan sighed. She had just heard the news in Oscar's ward, and sorrow had overwhelmed her.

"Uh-huh," Besse gave a faint smile, concealing all her feelings. "I've left several times before, hopefully, this time we can leave smoothly."

Every time various reasons kept them from leaving, which made it difficult for them every single time they tried.

Susan laughed at Besse's failed attempts to leave Northfield. "Looks like God wants you to stay here." She teased.

Besse felt a strange flutter in her chest at Susan's words.

"By the way, how was your check-up?" Besse asked Susan, trying not to dwell on her thoughts.

"It went well," Susan replied proudly. "The doctor even praised me for not being too fussy and said I should have no problem with a natural birth." Besse couldn't help but touch Susan's belly. "You have to keep it up!"

"Of course! I don't want a C-section scar ruining my bikini body." Susan joked.

Manuel rolled his eyes at what Susan said.

"Yeah, those scars would be pretty ugly," Besse agreed before changing the subject. "Oh, speaking of which, I left something at the villa. Can you come with me to get it?"

"What did you leave behind?" Susan frowned. "If your leg is bothering you, let Manuel go get it for you."

Before Besse could explain further, Manuel spoke up. "It's better if we go together. I'm afraid we won't be able to replace it otherwise."

"It's not difficult to replace a thing in that house, it's not that big. What are you trying to pull, Manuel? Can you care a bit more about others except for me? Besse is my friend!" she huffed. Besse felt a bit embarrassed.

"Never mind, the thing is quite private. It seems unkind to let Manuel help me, I'll go by myself then. Don't worry." Said Besse.

Susan agreed before criticizing Manuel in a few words. Actually, Besse felt like Manuel had known something, and perhaps, he had known everything.

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