After Rebirth, I Replaced My Ex-Husband's True Love-Chapter 105: Why Are You Screaming Like a Ghost

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Why Are You Screaming Like a Ghost

After setting a time and place to meet, Crystal Dawson and I left the hospital.

"Take me home," I said to Crystal Dawson after getting in the car.

"Home? Which home?" Crystal Dawson asked in surprise, "Aren’t you coming to my house?"

I had something to discuss with Ivan Underwood this evening, and being at The Dawson Family’s house was a bit inconvenient.

I replied, "Take me back to Nantelle Apartments; you know the way."

Nantelle Apartments is where I live alone now; during college, Crystal Dawson and her friends would occasionally visit me there.

Although Crystal Dawson was puzzled, she didn’t ask more questions, just stepped on the gas and headed straight for Nantelle Apartments.

After arriving at the apartment, with Crystal Dawson’s help, I sat down. She asked worriedly, "Zoe, are you sure you can do this alone? You can barely walk a few steps..."

"Don’t worry, my foot is in such a state that I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to lie down alone. Don’t worry about me, you should head back. Drive safely." I smiled at Crystal Dawson.

"...Alright, call me if you need anything, I’ll come right away!" Crystal Dawson nodded helplessly.

Once she left, I sat on the sofa alone and spaced out for a while.

I didn’t know how I fell asleep; I just felt a bit cold when I woke up.

I had a nightmare just now. I dreamt of Winter Tate’s corpse laid before me, and as I leaned in closer, she suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed my neck, her voice full of resentment, "You took Henry Preston from me!"

I was terrified, and to dispel this fear brought on by the nightmare, I quickly turned on the TV, found a noisy drama, and the chatter made me feel a little more at ease.

But as I was watching, my thoughts drifted further.

On the night of the wedding, Henry Preston said many hurtful things to me. We shared a bed, but didn’t even touch hands. Around one in the morning, he got up and drove away.

At that time, I thought he was disgusted by sleeping with me, deliberately trying to embarrass me.

Thinking about it now, perhaps he couldn’t resist wanting to see Winter Tate one last time, even though she was no longer breathing.

"Ding dong!" My phone rang, startling me.

I picked it up and saw it was a message from Ivan Underwood: Your foot isn’t doing well, let’s talk at your place tonight.

As expected from a doctor, he’s very considerate.

Now that I’m living alone, it’s convenient for him to come over, so I agreed: Okay, Nantelle Apartments, Building 8, Room 609.

I replied with the detailed address.

Ivan Underwood: Uh, living alone now?

I sent a triumphant emoji: Yeah, didn’t expect me to be so awesome, huh?

Ivan Underwood: Pretty impressive, can Henry Preston handle you?

Me: He doesn’t like me, why should he care about me? Should I worry about him if we divorce and I remarry? Just like my dad.

Ivan Underwood: Really considering a second marriage?

Me: Of course, I haven’t even experienced a normal marriage yet. I’m not satisfied; I want to find a normal guy!

Then he didn’t reply, probably thinking I was being unfaithful, planning who to choose for a second marriage even before I’m divorced.

Since Ivan Underwood was coming, I needed to dress a bit nicer, couldn’t look like a pitiful abandoned woman. I limped to the bathroom to take a shower and wash my hair.

Apparently, I overestimated my ability to stand on one leg. After finishing my shower and preparing to limp out of the bathroom, my right foot finally protested, making me faceplant.

My scream was as loud as surround sound, echoing through the bathroom.

Just then, the phone on the vanity rang. I couldn’t stand, so I crawled over to grab the phone.

Why was it Henry Preston calling?

I frowned but answered, "Do you need something?"

If not, hang up quickly, don’t delay me calling 911.

"What are you screaming for?" Henry Preston surprisingly asked.

"Screaming for what?" I’m sitting on the floor in my bathrobe, feeling irritated, "You’re the one screaming, just say what you need, I’m busy."

Henry Preston paused, "I’m at your apartment door, open up."

Oh, so he really heard me screaming.

I refused without thinking, "I’m not in a position to see you, you should leave."

"If you don’t open the door, I’ll have someone unlock it directly." Henry Preston is such a jerk.

"Are you crazy, can’t even leave me alone during the holidays!" I really didn’t want to see Henry Preston right now. Thinking of Winter Tate and Azure Vaughn, it’s like needles in my heart.

I’m starting to understand why, in the past, my in-laws accepted Azure Vaughn so quickly, maybe feeling they already destroyed their son’s first relationship and didn’t want to be so harsh on the second.

From start to finish, I’ve been a fool, knowing nothing, persistently clinging to Henry Preston.

"Your foot is sprained, it’s inconvenient for you to live alone; why not stay at The Dawson Family’s place?" Henry Preston asked again.

This seems like concern; I replied lightly, "I wanted to come back, so I did."

"Did you fall? What’s the password? I’ll come in." Henry Preston added a threat, "Or I can have someone unlock it quickly, but you’ll have to change locks."

I knew Henry Preston wasn’t bluffing, and I really needed someone to help me up now. Compared to 911, Henry was more suitable.

But the password is Henry’s birthday, I haven’t changed it yet, it’s embarrassing to say.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the password being input, followed by Henry Preston’s faint chuckle.

I took a deep breath and hung up the phone.

Soon, Henry Preston’s voice came from the bathroom door, "Are you inside? I’m coming in."

The door was pushed open, and when he looked down, he saw me sitting on the floor.

After a few seconds of staring, he squatted down, "Already limping, why take a shower?"

"Is it illegal for a cripple to shower?" I asked coldly.

"Not really, here, get up." Henry Preston extended a hand, gesturing for me to grab it.

Without hesitation, I put my hand in his. His grip was tight, nearly engulfing my entire hand.

As I struggled to get up, I explained to him, "That password was set during my college days; I recently moved back and haven’t changed it yet."

"Hmm." Henry Preston had no reaction.

"Ah!" Just after standing up, my right foot hurt so much I reconsidered my life, and instantly fell down again.

Henry Preston quickly pulled me into his arms, using his body as support, but he ended up hitting his back against the doorframe hard enough for me to hear the thud.

It was mostly my fault.

He didn’t say anything, just carried me to the bed so I could sit.

After checking my right foot, he told me, "Symmetrical now."

"Hmm?" I was still embarrassed from the previous incident and hadn’t processed his words.

"Sprained symmetrically, your right foot is swelling." Henry Preston got up to tell me.

This is some black humor...

I felt no gratitude toward Henry, but instead asked, annoyed, "Why did you come looking for me here?"