<b>Chapter </b><b>336 </b>
She tightly held onto his clothes<b>, </b><b>crying</b><b>, </b><b>“</b><b>It </b><b>wasn’t </b>me! <b>I </b><b>swear </b>it <b>wasn’t </b>me who did <b>those </b>things<b>! </b><b>I </b><b>admit </b>to what I did, <b>Jaxson</b><b>, </b>it <b>really </b><b>wasn’t </b><b>me</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Jaxson narrowed his <b>eyes</b><b>, </b><b>then </b><b>called </b>for the <b>bodyguard</b>.
The bodyguard <b>walked </b>into the <b>ward </b><b>and </b><b>pulled </b>Caroline up from <b>the </b><b>ground</b>.
“You <b>don’t </b>have <b>to </b><b>stay </b>at Boston <b>Medical </b><b>Center </b><b>anymore</b><b>, </b>go to Brookline Hospital.”
Caroline froze.
<b>Jaxson </b>nced at <b>her </b>coldly, “<b>Don’t </b><b>contact </b>me <b>again </b>in the future. As for Collin, I’ll have <b>someone </b>send him <b>to </b>you once she’s <b>recovered</b>.”
With that, he gestured <b>for </b>the bodyguard to take her out.
<b>Caroline </b>left the hospital in a <b>daze </b>and got back to her <b>car</b>. She couldn’t even believe <i>what </i><b>Jaxson </b><b>had </b>said to her.
He was really cruel.
Did she really lose to Charlotte like that?
No, she wouldn’t give up!
She had to <b>figure </b>out a way to salvage the situation!
Two dayster, Jaxson <b>was </b>discharged from the hospital.
Returning to Havenwood Apartments, he walked in and saw Charlotte’s shoes and bag on the rack, which made him breathe <b>a </b>sigh of relief.
Passing by the bar, he suddenly stopped and his eyesnded on the <b>date </b>circled five times on the calendar.
These dates, all in the following days. He didn’t think they had any connection, let alone being important days.
Charlotte answered the phone and walked out of the bedroom, “Are you downstairs<b>? </b>I’lle down now.”
As soon as I looked up and made eye contact with Jaxson, my heart skipped a beat.
Jaxson looked away and nced at her.
She whispered a few words, then hung up the phone, looking a bit guilty, “Howe <b>you’re </b>discharged from the hospital?” “Don’t you want me to be discharged?”
“No.”
“Where are we going?” Jaxson stared at her.
Her gaze was sharp, prating, and it gave her the creeps.
She took a deep breath, “I made <b>an </b>appointment for someone to look at the <b>car</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
“See the <b>car</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
“I wanted to sell my <b>car </b>and buy a new one, is that <b>okay</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>Jaxson </b><b>rxed </b>his eyebrows <b>and </b>said, “Sure.<b>” </b>He approached <b>her </b><b>and </b>said, “But you don’t have to buy it. I’ll get you whatever kind <b>of </b><b>car </b>you <b>want</b>.”
He said “give,” not <b>“</b><b>send</b>.”
Charlotte <b>also </b>knew <b>what </b><b>she </b><b>wanted</b>, <b>and </b>he <b>could </b><b>indeed </b>afford it.
“No, I…”