Chapter 1764
Chapter 1764: It Would Be Unjust if He Doesn’t Die
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Glenn Hutchinson brought meals to Flossie Wright without interruption for a week, never stopping.
Four meals a day, extremely punctual.
It can be said that Flossie Wright’s schedule was set due to his visits.
Even many doctors and nurses, and the patients who played games with Flossie Wright, noticed the ambiguity. Whenever Glenn Hutchinson came to see Flossie, their expressions were meaningful.
Fortunately, Flossie Wright was not very concerned about these rumors.
What she cared about was how to ensure her physical fitness didn’t drastically decline.
The doctor didn’t recommend activity, and the nurses followed the doctor’s advice obediently. Since they saw Flossie Wright training in private, they subjected her to two hours of "ideological education." Eventually, Flossie couldn’t take it anymore and agreed in their presence.
She secretly trained behind their backs, not infrequently.
She knew her body well. Even if she didn’t need to train after being discharged, her body couldn’t stay idle.
She needed to exercise, so her bones wouldn’t rust.
Of course, she would try to avoid involving her shoulder.
Compared to the persistence of the doctor and the nurse, Glenn Hutchinson’s reaction was much calmer.
He knew she was secretly training but never mentioned it, as if he acknowledged it.
Even Flossie Wright didn’t know why she felt relieved upon realizing his behavior.
"Are you not going back?"
On the eighth day, while playing a puzzle game on her iPad, Flossie Wright lazily asked Glenn Hutchinson as he walked in.
As soon as Glenn Hutchinson entered, he heard Flossie Wright’s voice and looked up in her direction.
No different from before.
She moved a chair to the window, side-facing it, legs crossed, holding an iPad with her left hand, focused intently on the game she was playing.
Glenn Hutchinson withdrew his gaze.
Walking over to the table and placing the thermos container on it, Glenn Hutchinson finally replied to Flossie Wright, "Waiting for you to be discharged."
Her search for clues paused for a moment.
Flossie Wright looked up at him.
"Do you have that much leave?"
Frowning slightly, Flossie Wright asked coldly.
During this period, Glenn Hutchinson was clearly not working.
No military uniform, no sudden departures, no other activities, just pure rest—probably on holiday.
Working in the Forces, with Glenn Hutchinson’s rank, how many days of leave could he get each year?
Flossie Wright assumed he’d leave after a few days, not expecting him to stay a whole week and... until she was discharged?
By that time, Glenn Hutchinson’s leave would likely be almost used up.
Wasn’t he bored?
"Come over, let’s eat first."
Avoiding the topic, Glenn Hutchinson spoke naturally.
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Flossie Wright tossed the iPad aside and stood up, walking towards the table.
The iPad was brought by Glenn Hutchinson, specially for her to pass the time.
Indeed, it helped kill time.
As she approached, Glenn Hutchinson had already moved the chair beside her for her to sit.
"I’ll eat by myself."
As soon as she sat down and saw Glenn Hutchinson open the thermos container, Flossie Wright immediately frowned and said.
She had been fed by Glenn Hutchinson for several days...
Making her feel like a first-class invalid.
"Can you use your left hand?"
This time, Glenn Hutchinson didn’t insist, but rather asked with keen interest.
— End of Chapter 1764 —