Carol Wright nodded: "Go ahead."
"Do you really feel that you're not wrong, or did you come here to apologize for William Walton?"
Carol Wright knew that what answer did she want.
But she didn't want to make her happy.
She said with a troubled expression, "I don't think I did anything wrong, but you and William both think it was my fault. I don't want him to be angry with me, it's easier for me to accept apologizing to you than to be ignored by him."
She nodded.
"So, even if you apologize, you don't want to do it. What's the point?"
"I really don't understand. With such a small matter, why would Miss Green bite and not let go?"
"Miss Wright, you are not me. The small matter that you speak of is something that cannot be forgiven in my life."
Carol Wright sighed, "Actually, you only said that because you didn't want me to make peace with William, right? Miss Green, don't you think it's really selfish for you to do this? Don't you have the right to make friends? "
"I'm selfish? I actually feel that the selfish person is Miss Wright. In front of William Walton's wife, what do you mean by saying your feelings for him? Do you want me leave William Walton, will that help you all? "
"I didn't say my feelings for him. I just wanted to tell you why I did the wrong thing."
"Is there a difference? Miss Wright, I want to ask you this, in your eyes, what am I, and what about Jack Walton? Are we your bargaining chips for expressing your sincerity towards William Walton? Don't you think it's a bit ridiculous? To put it bluntly, let's call it eating while looking into the pot. "
Carol Wright bit her lips, her face filled with grievance: "Aren't you going too far by saying this?"
"If I really want to go too far, I will tell you that there is another way of saying that you want to be a whore while you want others think you are good."
"You …"
Carol Wright was sad, she turned and left while crying.
When she opened the door, she saw William Walton sitting on a bench by the door.
She turned her head, wiped away her tears, looked at William Walton, and ran away.
Carol Wright returned to her sickroom.
Seeing that William Walton did not chase after her, she felt a chill in her heart.
Did William Walton have to be this angry with her?
Bastard, men are all bastards.
William Walton sat for a moment, then got up and returned to the ward.
Lying on the bed, her eyes on the IV bag.
He stepped forward. "It almost done."
She replied in a tepid voice, "Yes."
"She didn't say anything exciting just now, did she?"
Her eyes cast him a sidelong glance.
"Actually, you want to ask whether I've bullied her or not, right?"
"I didn't mean that."
"You were clearly at the door just now. Did you not see that Carol Wright left while crying?"
William Walton shrugged his shoulders, "I went to the stairwell to smoke. Besides, whether or not she left while crying has nothing to do with me."
