Chapter 403

Right after he put down the phone, someone knocked on his door.

It was his doctor doing his rounds. “How do you feel today?”

Henry was about to reply when he saw a woman following the doctor from behind.

The doctor explained, “She‘s here to observe me. Please ignore her.”

Henry nodded, but he noticed someone familiar right next to the lady.

Xavier Ford.

Xavier had come looking for Zeta when he recalled that Henry also received treatment in this hospital.

He waved to him.

Zeta immediately told the doctor next to her, “I have something else to attend to, and I‘m heading back to
the office.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

She turned to leave, and Xavier instinctively trailed her. Zeta immediately said, “Stay here and chat with
Henry. I‘ll go and be busy.” With that, Zeta turned to leave in a hurry, seeming as though she was trying
to avoid him.

Xavier said nothing more. He sneered and sat down on the couch, looking at Henry. “I have no choice
but to come over and visit you.”

Henry remained silent.

After a series of routine questions and running the usual checks, the doctor took his leave.



Only the two remained in the ward. A thought came to Henry‘s mind. “Was that woman just now your
fiancée?” Xavier sneered. “What fiancée? Didn‘t you see that nasty look she shot me?” “You‘ve always
treated her very ordinarily. What‘s more, any of those girlfriends you have outside look more like your
woman than her. If it weren‘t for the verbal marriage agreement between both your parents, you would
never be associated with each other.” “Just listen to yourself. If there weren‘t so many ‘what–ifs’ in the
world, we wouldn‘t have to deal with so many troubles in life.”

Henry remained silent as his thoughts drifted.

He probably wouldn‘t have treated her that way if there were really ‘what–ifs‘ in this world.

If he had treated her slightly better, would she have stuck around? She wouldn‘t have stood idle seeing
him in a wheelchair, disabled for the rest of his life, and still refusing to come out and see him.

However, she was that heartless.

Xavier saw how his face changed and asked, “Oh yes, I heard Weston say that you‘ve been trying to find
a particular person of late?”

“Did you hear that from him, or did you do some poking around privately?“. Henry looked at him with a
half–smile. Weston would never share their conversation with a third person. Growing up together and
sharing unspoken chemistry, their brotherhood far outweighed the blood ties that the uncle and nephew
pair shared. Xavier knew that Henry wasn‘t easily fooled, and he tapped his fingers against the table.
“How about this. Let’s strike a deal. Do me a favor, and I‘ll help you find the person you‘re looking for.
What do you think?”

He looked straight into Henry‘s eyes. “I know who you‘re looking for. That little bodyguard of yours, right?
However good a woman is at hiding, where could she possibly hide herself?”



Henry ignored him and instead pushed his wheelchair to the balcony, turning his focus to his potted
plants again. Xavier suddenly recalled that day he had come to visit Henry with Weston. All he did was
touch his cactus once, and Henry looked like he wanted to murder him. “Are these potted plants things
that your little bodyguard likes?” His question invoked a dark scowl from Henry, and it all but confirmed
his suspicion. “How about this. I‘ll help you dig up news about her, and I don‘t need you to do anything
for me. However, if I manage to find something useful, we‘ll take it that you owe me one. How does that
sound?


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