Chapter 213 Settling Accounts After the Harvest
The phone kept vibrating. I hesitated, but eventually answered the call, politely and awkwardly saying, “Hello.”
The other end of the phone was deadly quiet. Just when I thought the caller had dialed the wrong number, a man’s deep and cold voice came chillingly from the other side, “I’m not okay!”
This tone, even through the phone, could be heard. It was not good.
I was momentarily speechless, unable to figure out what was going on, hesitatingly I asked, “What…what happened?”
Could it be that he remembered his embarra*sing behavior last night? Was he planning to come here to threaten me not to reveal his disgrace, so he deliberately acted indifferent to intimidate me?
I brainstormed for a good while before an annoyed male voice came from the other end, “Tabatha, I’m at the hospital.”
Me??
What does this have to do with him being unkind?
With patience, I finally spoke up, “Grandma was discharged from the hospital today, are you going to pick her up?”
Through the phone, I could almost hear the sneer from the other end, “You sure know how to dodge the important and dwell on the trivial. You took advantage of me being drunk last night and tried to murder your own husband. I just came out of the examination room, and the result is a concussion. Tabatha, what on earth did you do to me last night?”
Concussion?
I was stunned for a moment, staring at the phone, I opened my mouth and said, “How could there be a concussion? Last night clearly…” I had safely sent him home.
I didn’t finish my sentence because an image flashed in my mind of last night when he forcefully k*ssed me. I pushed him away and he hit the door frame. It seemed like he was bleeding at the time.
I was originally worried, but he didn’t show anything later, then he slept like a log. I thought everything was fine, so…
“Mingming what?” The man’s voice on the other end of the phone was low and not very friendly.
On the phone, I tugged at the corner of my mouth and asked, “How much do you remember about last night?”
This question caught him off guard, and into the phone, he said, “I hardly remember, Tabatha, now it’s me asking you, not you asking me.”
It was rare to see him so irritable. I steadied my emotions and said into the phone, “Here’s what happened. Last night, when I was with you to see off Mr. Smith and others, you seemed to black out on the way back. Halfway there, you said you wanted something sweet and asked me to buy it for you. I went, and I asked you to wait for me in the car. But when I came back, you were nowhere to be found. I eventually found you in a dark alley, holding a golden retriever. It was a little female dog. Do you remember any of this?”
The other end didn’t know what expression to make, but remained silent for a long time without making a sound. Seeing this, I continued, “The Golden Retriever you were holding at that time was a little female dog. There was also a big black dog next to it, which might have been its mate. I’m not quite sure what the two dogs were doing
before, but when I found you, you told me… that the big black dog was bullying the Golden Retriever, and you wanted to teach the big black dog a lesson. You even threw your black card at the two dogs, but I picked it up. Your injury might have been caused when you were fighting with that big black dog.”
He didn’t remember what happened last night, so didn’t that mean I had the final say? Anyway, it wasn’t that I was trying to evade the fact that I had unintentionally hurt him. However, if he were to ask me why I hurt him. I couldn’t possibly tell him that it was because he forcibly k*ssed me and I unintentionally hurt him when I pushed him away, could I?
So in comparison, I thought it was more appropriate to blame the big black dog.
The person on the other end of the phone took quite a while before speaking. His voice was deep and restrained, with an attractive. magnetism, “Golden Retriever? Big black dog? Tabatha, isn’t your imagination a bit lacking? If you want to make up stories, you could come up with something more believable. I might even believe it!”
I…
I was completely disheartened. Except for framing him as being injured by a large dog, every other sentence was true, but he unbelievably didn’t believe it.
Taking a deep breath, I didn’t make any excuses. I said, “Fine, if you don’t believe it, then don’t. That’s the truth, and there’s nothing I can do if you don’t believe me.”
I gave up, explaining this thing to the end would inevitably involve myself in it.
The person on the other end of the phone paused heavily, and said into
the phone, “What do you plan to do?”
