Have I Told You Lately

Chapter 56: Not a Total Scum-bag

They chatted for a long time; Rachel occasionally looked out of the window. Her eyes were in a trance

and she looked lost in her thoughts.

After a long time, someone patted her shoulder. Coming out of her trance, she looked around and saw

that Lillian was already standing beside her and her expressions looked gentler than before.

"Good news?" Seeing her expressions, Rachel didn’t need to ask her to know what happened.

Lillian, who rarely showed any embarrassment, pursed her lips, sat down and held Rachel’s arm. She

said softly, "He said he didn't know how he felt about me, but he didn't want to see me sad. He said he

would take responsibility, if I were to become his girlfriend, he would be willing to."

“…”

Rachel was stunned for a few seconds, and had no words to say. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Why did it feel like she just met another Kenneth Shawn?

If you don't love someone, then you don’t love them; it’s that simple. Why do they always want to

fu@king take responsibility? As if their manners and responsible behavior can heal broken hearts?

Not wanting Lillian to feel sad, Rachel did not say anything; she just smiled softly and said to comfort

her, "It looks like Quentin is not a total scum-bag, he is still a man.”

"He’s a useless fu@king as$hole! Talking to him is like banging your head on the wall. "Lillian directly

said what Rachel didn't dare to say out loud, her eyes mocking.

Rachel smiled awkwardly, "So, what did you tell him? Did you accept? "

Lillian sat up straight, looked at her and declared lightly, "I said that we both should take some days to

calm down and not see each other during that time."

"What was his reaction?"

Lillian shrugged her shoulders, not showing if she was sad or happy, "He didn't respond. After a long

silence, he just said one word: okay. He’s really indecisive."

Rachel looked at her for a few seconds and smiled softly, "It's clear that you are not ready for what

should be done, right? It is possible that he is trying to test you, by hiding what he feels; just to see

what you decide on? "

"Shit!" Lillian gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath in hatred, "He’s really a cheating liar, that

useless fu@ker!"

Rachel said disdainfully, "But you’re still so into him."

“…”

After that Lillian was almost in a good mood, Rachel had dinner with her, and then drove her back.

At the weekend, Rachel was free and didn’t have to work over time. The weather was fine, so she

helped Theresa clean up the house.

As she was emptying the vase of dead flowers, the doorbell rang.

Theresa called from the balcony, "Rach! Can you open the door?"

"Okay."

Rachel had already guessed who would come to visit this early in the morning. As soon as she opened

the door, a small dumpling ran into her and hugged her tightly.

Rachel was startled, looking down she saw Monica’s small face radiant with joy. She greeted her, "Hi!

Sweetie!"

Osmond who was standing behind Monica, pulled her back nervously and rebuked her lightly, “Next

time, you can’t bump into Auntie like that, you will hurt her."

Monica probably couldn’t understand the explanation of pregnancy so Osmond had to change his way

of saying.

Monica looked at Rachel with guilt, and then nodded her head, confused.

Rachel laughed and opened the door wide, "It’s okay, Osmond. Come in."

Osmond nodded, holding a bouquet of roses in his arms which he handed to Rachel, "For you!"

Rachel was startled, looking at the big bouquet of red roses in front of her. Then she took it and said

with a stiff smile, "Thank you, Osmond. You didn’t have to do that."

"Who… Aaah!”

Suddenly, Theresa’s scream sounded from the balcony.

"Mom!” Rachel's face changed to panic. She put down the flowers and walked quickly towards the

balcony.

Osmond followed her and reached the balcony in quick steps. He saw Theresa fallen on the ground,

Startled, he shouted, "Auntie!"

"Mom!”

Seeing her, Rachel’s face turned white. She quickly bent down to help her up and asked in a panic,

"What happened? Did you fall? Are you hurt?”

Theresa’s old face was white as paper with pain and fear. She stood up slowly from the ground, but

then she said in agony, "Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts. I can’t… pain, pain, no way!"

Rachel was so scared out of her wits that she almost fainted. She quickly squatted down beside

Theresa to check her injury, “Where does it hurt?"

"Sit down first!" Osmond, who was the only one still calm and collected, dragged a chair for Theresa

and helped her sit down. Then he squatted down beside Rachel to check Theresa’s injury.

As he poked her leg gently, Theresa inhaled painfully, "Yes, right there!"

He poked other places and asked, "Do you feel pain anywhere else?"

"Not anymore, it’s just my leg now. I stepped on the stool wrong. I think, I twisted it." Theresa felt

embarrassed.

Rachel knitted her eyebrows in worry and blamed herself, "I shouldn’t have asked you to open the

door."

"Then I should be blamed for coming to visit at the wrong time." Osmond laughed awkwardly, not

knowing what to make of Rachel’s sentence.

Then he stood up and said, "I think you twisted her ankle. Come on, Auntie, I’ll take you to the

hospital."

"I'll go with you."

Rachel didn't give it much thought. She got up, took her bag and mobile phone; didn't even change her

clothes. Including Monica, they all went to the hospital.

It was a high-end private hospital.

It wasn’t Rachel’s first choice but she had a VIP card made, spending quite a lot of money; there were

only a few people and they didn’t have to wait in line for long.

Theresa was given a complete physical check-up. Fortunately, she had just hurt her leg and was told

that she’d be fine after a few days' rest.

Rachel finally relaxed and sat down in the ward, guarding her mother.

Osmond came back with the prescription in his hands, and said with a gentle smile, "The doctor said

that if you don't want to be hospitalized, then you can go back home tomorrow. However, I would

suggest you to stay here for two more days. There is no one to look after you at home. Rachel has to

go to work. It would be hard for you alone. "

Theresa immediately shook her head, "It's OK. I can just lie down at home, same as here. It doesn't

cost money to rest at home."

Rachel frowned at her, "That's not good. There's no one at home. I can't afford to be scared like this

again. You need to rest properly; I'll go finish the hospital procedure.”

Tucking her in the quilt warmly, Rachel completely ignored her cries of resistance. She pulled Osmond

with her and went out of the ward.

In the hospital corridor, she turned her head to look at Osmond holding Monica, with a guilty smile, she

said, "I'm sorry, Osmond. Originally, I wanted to invite you to a nice lunch; I didn’t expect for such an

accident to happen causing you trouble."

Osmond looked at her deeply for a long time, feeling helpless, and then he said, "Rach! Can you not be

so polite to me? Fortunately, I was there. Otherwise, it would have been near impossible for you to

bring her to the hospital alone.”

Being stared at by him like that, Rachel’s heart felt like an empty void incapable of feeling emotions.

She turned her face away a bit stiffly, and said, "Thank you, Osmond."

Osmond’s eyes softened as he walked ahead slowly. He said in an almost self-mocking way, "I wish

you needed me in more places in your life so I could have an opportunity to show you. Because really, I

don’t know how else I can show you that I exist."

“…”

Rachel was even more embarrassed, at a complete loss at his words. Her brain worked furiously to find

an adequate response, "Osmond, before when I said I’d consider…”