The familiar voice made Kelsey stop in her tracks.
She looked toward the source of the sound, where the man was standing under the flower bed.
Next to him was a dense camphor tree, and the sunlight shone through the green leaves, casting layers of shadows on Rhett's face.
The summer air was hot and dry, but there always seemed to be a faint and heavy atmosphere around this man, as if all the things that made people's hearts flutter didn't exist in him.
As Rhett walked toward her at a leisurely pace, Kelsey had to admit that this man possessed a striking appearance that could make people dizzy.
Even if he remained silent, his aura was overwhelming.
When he arrived in front of them, his gaze fell on Kingston's hand holding Kelsey's wrist, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Is it because you've been in a wheelchair for too long and haven't seen any women for a while, that you're starting to become desperate?"
His voice was cool and detached, and Kelsey could sense the sarcasm in his words. She shook off Kingston's hand abruptly.
"Rhett!"
She had been suppressing her anger, but it was still evident in her voice.
Rhett, however, seemed oblivious to her anger and just looked at her calmly.
"Hmm?"
As Kelsey looked at his face, which remained unchanged throughout the exchange, she suddenly felt a sense of calm.
She looked into the man's eyes.
"It seems that Mr. Clark knows his friends very well."
Her tone was light and airy, neither humble nor overbearing, but with a hook.
"Since Mr. Clark knows him so well and knows that he wouldn't be indiscriminate with someone like me, I'm curious why Mr. Clark's standards seem to be much lower than Mr. Kingston's, or is it that Mr. Clark has always been indiscriminate?"
Her tone was light, and there seemed to be no attack in her words, but the sarcasm was not hidden.
Kingston was just standing with her, and Rhett said he was indiscriminate. What about what he did to Kelsey before... it was much more excessive than this!
Rhett raised his eyebrows.
"Do you have a grudge against me?"
During their marriage, he was used to Kelsey's sheep-like personality and rarely heard her say such insinuating words.
Kelsey's eyes sank, and a curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"I dare not. Mr. Clark provided me with a place to stay and helped me with Dexter's medical expenses. I am very grateful to Mr. Clark."
After speaking, she took a step back.
"I have something to do, so I won't disturb you. Goodbye."
Rhett's expression remained indifferent, as if he didn't care about her leaving.
Kingston pushed the wheelchair and watched Kelsey leave. A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"It seems like she was just a pastime. No wonder you never mentioned her or brought her out to meet anyone. And now she's gone so quickly."
"Elise didn't disappoint me. She acted quickly to defend her territory," Rhett sneered, wanting to light a cigarette but realizing they were in a hospital and refraining from doing so.
"How long do you plan on sitting in that wheelchair?"
"What's the rush?" Kingston's expression remained calm.
"It's only been a few years, and I've already gotten used to life in a wheelchair."
"Don't tell me that if she doesn't come back, you plan on being disabled for the rest of your life?" Rhett's voice was cold, with obvious sarcasm.
Kingston's face immediately darkened. The carefree expression disappeared, and a hint of heaviness flashed in his eyes.
This man, who sat in a wheelchair without a speck of dust on him, was feared by the entire Spring City for his methods and cruelty. Only Rhett could recklessly poke at his sore spots.
Kingston stopped and regained his usual composure, looking at Rhett.
"I actually have a question for you."
"Speak."
"You pamper Elise so much, how could you suddenly go and marry another woman?"
He paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes suddenly.
"Don't tell me you're using this woman's existence to provoke Elise?
First of all, you're not the kind of person who would do such childish things. Secondly, there are many ways to provoke her.
Elise is such a proud woman, you could achieve the same effect by casually being rumored with any celebrity. Why did you choose to marry this woman?"
After a long time, there was no response from behind.
Kingston thought Rhett wouldn't answer anymore, but he heard him say lightly:
"The reason doesn't matter. It's over now."
The weather was hot and stuffy, making people irritable.
Kelsey walked on the road, and the pain in her heart stabbed her when she thought of the scene she had just encountered with Rhett at the hospital.
She knew he didn't love her, and she also knew that in their marriage, his care for her was limited to their identity as husband and wife.
Now that he had decided to divorce, he would naturally not give her any tenderness anymore.
Especially when he had someone else in his heart.
Did she feel any regret?
If she had known that she was just a catalyst for the feelings between him and Elise, would she have agreed to marry Rhett in the first place?
At that time, perhaps she would still compromise because of the reality and marry him, but she would never have lost her heart and fallen in love with him during that year.
Due to Rhett's deception, she had believed that his care and tenderness towards her were genuine, and had indulged in those fleeting moments of affection.
Now she realized that it was all just a facade.
At this time, it should have been easy to hail a taxi near the hospital. Kelsey wasn't sure if it was just her luck, but she had walked quite a distance without finding one.
She took a few more steps forward.
A black luxury car pulled up beside her,
but she ignored it and continued walking.
The car followed her slowly, and then the window rolled down, revealing the handsome and refined profile of a man.
Rhett looked at her with an expressionless face and his tone was as indifferent as ever.
"Get in the car."
Kelsey frowned slightly and refused in a calm tone,
"No, I can hail a taxi myself."
"Get in the car. Don't make me say it a second time."
The man looked at her coldly, his eyes devoid of any warmth, and his tone was icy, brooking no argument.