Chapter 153: It Could Be Misinterpreted

When Tiffany woke up, she discovered that Sharon was no longer in bed.

She was shocked and sat up.She looked around the ward, but she didn't see Sharon.

Tiffany hurriedly ran out of the room.

Just as she wanted to inquire the nurse, she saw Jameson walking over.

Although she cursed this jerk madly in her heart, she couldn't care less about him at this time.

She said, "Mr.Proctor, Sharon is gone!"

Jameson's footsteps paused, and his expression suddenly turned cold.

He turned to the nurse and said, "Where is the surveillance?"

The nurse brought them over.

However, the surveillance cameras only caught Sharon leaving the ward and arriving at the EXIT.

She was nowhere else to be seen after that.

Tiffany furrowed her brows tightly and whispered, "Where will she go? She's going to collapse even if
she walks ...Can she have fainted somewhere?"

Jacob said, "Mr.Proctor, our people have been guarding the entrance of the hospital.They haven't seen
Ms.Allyson."

The implication was that she was still in the hospital.

Jameson pursed his lips, took two steps back, and then turned around to leave.



Tiffany looked at his back and just as she was about to say something, Jameson disappeared.

Jameson went to the rooftop, and surely enough, Sharon was there.

She held the railing, her body swaying in the wind, as if she could fall at any time.

He slowly approached, "Sharon, what are you doing?"

Sharon just looked ahead.

Her voice seemed to have been blown away by the wind.

"Why is Mr.Proctor here again?"

"I'm asking you."

Sharon smiled and said softly, "What do you think I will do? Jumping down from here? You are
overthinking.If I were so weak, I wouldn't be able to survive until now.'’

Sharon raised her head slightly and said, "I just want some fresh air."

"Don't you know what your current condition is?"

"I know.I'm on the verge of death.'’ Jameson stood behind her, took off his coat and put it on her
shoulder.

His voice was low, "Enough, Sharon, go back."

Sharon turned to look at him with a mocking smile, "Your actions tonight might be misinterpreted.What
do you think?"

Jameson's expression did not change as he stared fixedly at her, "How?"



"Others may misinterpret that you like me."

"I have never denied it." Sharon suddenly laughed.

True, he did not deny it, but his feelings for her were so weak.

Jameson said, "I told you, I can let you be Mrs.Proctor.'’

"All you've given me is that cage.Jameson, you don't like me.You're just used to me taking care of you
by your side.You're used to my obedience.You're used to..."

Jameson grabbed her wrist and interrupted, "Sharon, where did your conscience go?"

"Mr.Proctor, you're wrong again.I have no conscience."

Jameson pursed his lips tightly and said, "What exactly do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Sharon murmured softly, at a loss.

What did she want? What could she do? As matters stood, did she have the right to choose and
speak? Jameson said, "The baby is gone.This is an unchangeable fact.How long are you going to live
like this?"

Hearing this, Sharon came back to herself and looked at him quietly.

After a long time, a smile was gradually formed on her lips.

That's right.

To Jameson, this was a trivial matter, and he even achieved his goal.



How could he understand? A person like him would probably never understand.

Sharon shook off his hand and got two steps closer to the railing.

"What I look like has nothing to do with you.You should take good care of your fiancée and don't waste
your time on me."

Jameson looked at her expressionlessly and didn't say anything.

Sharon barely managed to hold on for two steps forward, but her body could no longer withstand it.

She felt that everything was dark, and she fainted.

Jameson caught her and picked her up.

He quickly got down from the rooftop.

When Sharon opened her eyes again, the only person in the ward was Tiffany, whose eyes had turned
red from crying.

Seeing that she had woken up, Tiffany grabbed her hand and said, "Sharon, stop wandering
around.The doctor said that your health is very poor now.If something happens again, it might..."

"Don't worry, Sharon said, "I just went to think about something.I've thought it through."

Tiffany sobbed and nodded.

When Tiffany saw Jameson appear with Sharon, whose clothes were dyed red with blood yesterday,
she was almost scared to death.

"How long did I sleep?" Sharon looked at the sky.



"Three days."

Tiffany said, "Speaking of which, that Bridger has woken up.He has been transferred to the general
ward.I have asked the nurse.Nobody has come to see him these past few days."

"Forget it, “ Sharon said.

"Leave him alone.'’ After a week, Sharon's injuries gradually healed.

Apart from the fact that her face was still pale, she had become much spirited.

At this moment, an uninvited guest arrived.

Natalia stood at the door of the ward and smiled, "Ms.Allyson, may I come in?"

Sharon was not surprised by her arrival and nodded.

Natalia put the flowers on the bedside table and slowly said, "I just asked the doctor.They said that your
injuries are healing very well.You can be discharged soon."

As she said that, she added,’'I'm sorry for visiting you so late, but this hospital is not easy to enter.'
Sharon only smiled at what she had said and did not answer.

She did not want to know at all why the hospital was not easy to enter, nor did she have the mood to
figure out the meaning behind her words.

Natalia looked at Tiffany, who had a wary expression on her face.

"We've seen each other before at Lumiere Jewelry, right?"

Tiffany nodded and said perfunctorily, "I'ma photographer of it."



"No wonder.I've been looking for a photographer to take pictures..."

Halfway through her words, she seemed to realize that she shouldn't have said this in front of Sharon,
so she said again, "If it's convenient for you, I want you to take some photos of me."

Tiffany said, "Sorry, I'm gonna resign.Please find another one.'’

"I see."

Natalia looked at Sharon and said, "I have something I want to talk to Ms.Allyson alone.Can you please
leave us some space?"

Tiffany did not move.

Just as she was about to refuse, she heard Sharon say, "Tiffany, go."

"Buy me some fruit."


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