Female Novel
Chapter 1389
Fitch turned his eyes to Tyler, "Who the heck are you?"
Tyler had heard about Fitch's head problem, so he cut to the chase.
"Come with me. Your absence from Greenfield leads the Haskins family to chomp at the bit to divide
the estate. They need you to take charge. For now, let's get you to the hospital for a check-up."
After all, this place lacked a professional medical team.
Fitch's eyes instinctively sought out Zoey, who managed a bitter smile.
"This is also your good buddy. He's come all the way here for you, so it seems safe enough for me to
step out. Go with him, I’ll keep you company."
Hearing she would accompany him made Fitch's mood somewhat brightened.
The trio got into the car, with Tyler behind the wheel.
He'd in fact been detained for several days because of his association with Ian. The higher-ups
suspected he was in collusion with Ian, and they had him under close watch. It was just recently that
he'd cleared his name.
When he heard Fitch was still alive, he almost cried tears of joy.
At the hospital, Tyler hurriedly ushered Fitch in for a full check-up.
He hadn't kept Fitch's survival a secret from the Haskins family, so before the check-up was even
complete, they were already storming in, almost tumbling over each other in their haste.
There were about a dozen of them, all waiting in the hallway.
Zoey had been by Fitch's side, but as soon as the Haskins arrived, she was squeezed into a corner.
The doctor came out at this moment.
"He's going to be fine, should be back on his feet by today."
Fitch had always had a remarkable ability to heal. His wounds were mostly scabbed over already.
The expressions on the faces of the Haskins family members were subtle. Fitch's return had made
those who were previously squabbling over shares look like complete fools.
Mia Haskins was the first to break down in tears.
"Well, what are we waiting for! Doctor, please, get on with the surgery!"
The doctor nodded. And in less than half an hour, the surgery was arranged.
Mia was too anxious to notice Zoey tucked away in the corner.
But Zoey saw her. Memories of that humiliating night flooded back, so she cast her gaze downward.
Now, the hallway was filled with the Haskins family. Staying there would only invite gossip.
She glanced at Fitch one last time. Returning to the fold of his family, Fitch’s demeanor shifted to onenovelbin
of detached nobility, drawing a clear line from her.
They were from different worlds.
But Zoey had a delicate hope in her heart because of the beautiful moments they had shared.
Fitch had read poetry to her with gentle warmth, watched movies with her, gardened with her side by
side, and even adopted a scrappy little mutt together—
It was a mutt, gray puppy. Incredibly cute.
Zoey had thought of many names, but in the end, Fitch settled on Ozzy.
"Why Ozzy?"
She puzzledly asked him, and Fitch chuckled softly, pinching her cheek lightly.
"Don't you think Ozzy sounds a lot like Zoey? You suffer from insomnia; and when Ozzy grows up, he
can keep you company by your bed."
Those words made Zoey fall even harder for him.
She was someone quick to give her heart away, and now she felt like a lowly thief, hiding herself in the
corner, desperately hoping that after the surgery, Fitch would still remember her.
She should've left, but she didn't. Instead, she stubbornly stood in the farthest corner of the hallway,
avoiding meeting with the Haskins family.
Fitch was listening to the doctor's pre-operation instructions when he glanced up and noticed Zoey in
the corner.
She seemed so isolated by the crowd, looking so forlorn and alone.
"Zoey," he called out, beckoning her with a wave. "Come here."