You Told Me to Handle It Myself, So I Did. Why Do You Regret It Now Chapter 04

You Told Me to Handle It Myself, So I Did. Why Do You Regret It Now Chapter 04

As soon as I arrived at the hospital, I heard a familiar voice. 

I followed the sound and saw a middle–aged woman pointing 

at Ethan’s nose and cursing him out. 

“What kind of person are you? Your girlfriend is human, but 

I’m not?” 

“I’m hurt too, all right? Didn’t you see that my hand was nearly cut open, and you still want me to give you my spot?” 

The woman’s gaze landed on Ruby, whose eyes were red. 

“Look at her. Just look at her.” 

“She barely scraped her foot. That little scratch might be healed before she even gets home, and you’re fighting me for a spot? Where’s your manners?” 

This was clearly Ethan’s first time being scolded so directly. 

His face flushed red. 

“Ma’am, please watch your language. I’m a lawyer, and I…” 

“Pfft. So what if you’re a lawyer? Does being a lawyer mean you get to bully people?” 

I looked away and turned to find my doctor. 

After my stitches were removed, I was about to call a ride 

when a car suddenly stopped in front of me. 

The window rolled down. 

It was Ethan and Ruby. 

“What are you doing here?” 

I pointed at the hand where the stitches had just been removed. “Getting my stitches out.” 

Ethan looked at my hand and froze for a second. 

Then he pressed his lips together. “Get in.” 

I quickly waved him off. “No need. You two go do your thing. I’ll get a ride in a minute.” 

I thought Ethan would leave me there and drive off. 

But he only stared at me. 

“Get in.” 

I still wanted to refuse, but the cars behind him had already 

caught up and started honking. 

Seeing that Ethan had no intention of leaving, I had no choice 

but to compromise. 

Ruby thought I didn’t want to get in because she was sitting in 

the passenger seat. 

“Um, Irene, I get carsick…” 

She sat in the front passenger seat, looking at me with an 

awkward expression. 

I didn’t care at all. 

“It’s fine.” 

I opened the back door and got in. “Sorry to trouble you. 

Please take me to the office.” 

Through the rearview mirror, Ethan looked at me for a long 

time before finally driving away. 

On the road, Ruby kept explaining. 

“Irene, are you mad?” 

“If you really mind, I can…” 

I was getting a little impatient. 

The car belonged to Ethan. She could sit wherever she wanted. 

I really didn’t mind. 

When Ethan saw that I didn’t speak, he assumed I was throwing a tantrum again. 

His tone turned unusually cold. 

“Ruby injured her foot, and she gets carsick.” 

I glanced at Ethan in the front. 

I knew he was explaining to me. 

I simply said, “Oh,” then closed my eyes. 

Before long, the car stopped. 

We had arrived at my company. 

I got out. “Thanks. Sorry for the trouble.” 

Even after I had walked far away, I felt as if his gaze was still 

on me. 

Ethan Shaw, what was the point of looking at me like that 

now? 

I didn’t care anymore. 

No matter what, this was over.