Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!
Chapter 2861

Chapter 2861

After hanging up, Charity went after Chester.

Seemingly able to sense what she was going to do, Chester turned his head around and reminded her, "Don't hold me. I must learn how to walk on my own."

Charity's long lashes fluttered impassively.

Was it because he had only himself to rely on in the future?

"No. Considering you're so rich, you can hire a caretaker to wheel you around," charity said.

Chester gave a deep, self-deprecating laugh. "Caretakers have their own families and matters too. They can't possibly accompany me all the time."

Charity instantly fell quiet.

That seemed true.

Chester glanced sideways at her, his eyes filled with sadness. "Even Ken needs to get married and have children. How can he possibly stay by my side every day? No matter how much money I pay him, he can't stand to be with a man like me all year long."

Larissa could not bring herself to listen to it. "Don't say that. You're still young. You can get another partner, when you get married and have children, someone will look after you."

"Forget it. Considering my state, I don't want to trouble other people."

Chester sighed. "Marrying someone and having children with her are meant to provide her with happiness, not have her look after a disabled person like me. Anyway, I still have my limbs. Once I learn how to walk or my own, I can get a prosthetic and live a good life."

Charity threw a deep look at him.

Currently, a despondent look washed over Chester's face.

She could not make out whether his expression was authentic.

However, given his state, he probably could not fake it.

Upon arriving at the ward, Ken had already cooked a botched attempt at spaghetti. The noodles were soggy and appeared burnt.

After seeing it, Larissa asked in surprise, "Can this be eaten? Will he get sick after eating it?"

Ken's face reddened, and he felt helpless.

He did not mean to do it. It was the scheming Chester who told him to mess it up.

In fact, Ken's cooking was fine...

At that moment, Chester's comforting voice rang out. "I think it's fine. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I'm grateful that 1 have food to eat. It's really inconvenient to buy things here. Ken, bring it over to me." "Oh, okay." Ken reluctantly brought the food to Chester. Then, he saw Chester take a spoon, lower his head, and start eating.

Hm...

Ken had tasted the food before, and it was rather nasty.

"Don't eat it."

Charity pushed away the plate. "I'll cooka plate of noodles for you."

"That's right." Larissa promptly nodded. "Lizzie cooks some pretty tasty spaghetti. Lizzie, hurry up and cook it for Young Master Jewell."

"You don't have to trouble yourself..."

Chester extended his hand to take the plate, but charity had thrown the food into the garbage bin.

He frowned and stared at her helplessly.

Ignoring him, Charity rolled up her sleeves and headed to the kitchen to take a look at the ingredients.

Larissa hurriedly unpacked the local specialties she brought." These things aren't valuable, but it's the thought that counts. These Vegemite and Tim Tam biscuits are our local specialties. They're authentic."

"Mrs. Robbins, you shouldn't have brought these here." Chester looked genuinely grateful.

"Don't say that. You're Lizzie's savior. This is what we should do." Larissa felt very guilty. "Seeing your current state, we feel very guilty."

"Don't say so. I've hurt Lizzie too much, so this is all karma." Chester touched his leg with relief. "Right now, this might be a kind of relief. At least I won't feel so miserable and guilty that I lose sleep late at night because of Lizzie."

Larissa's lips twitched as she was filled with mixed feelings.

Chester forced a bright smile. "I only have myself to blame for meeting Lizzie too late in my life. Back then, I didn't know how to love someone. In my parents' eyes, I was merely a tool that could bring them benefits and money. I was a selfish b*stard. With my identity, I acted unscrupulously, and it was too late when I understood what love was. By the time I understood it, I had hurt Lizzie so terribly."

As he was speaking, he lowered his eyes desolately. His thick lashes cast a shadow over his eyes.

"Mrs. Robbins, please encourage Lizzie to get a good man as soon as possible. Not all men are like Monte and me. There are still many good men in this world, she deserves a better man." 1