There was a hint of dissatisfaction and anger in Gavin's tone as if I had caused him a lot of trouble.
After hanging up the phone, I clicked open my Facebook account. Instead of commenting on Jessa's original post, I wrote a long paragraph.
It detailed the fire last night and everything I saw, including his rescue of the cat and everything we talked about on the phone.
"Being truthful is never wrong, right?"
In the end, I specifically remarked, [Wishing them a lifetime of happiness together.]
After doing all this, I turned off my cell phone and instructed the nurse not to disclose any information about my hospitalization to anyone.
On the fifth day, my fractured left leg was fixed with a steel plate. I was ready to be discharged.
"Scarlett, stop being stubborn. The doctor said you could be discharged. Let's have dinner together."
At this time, Gavin appeared at my bedside.
He even knew that I was discharged today. It seemed that he knew I was in this ward a long time ago.
Well, after all, I was his nominal girlfriend. He would get the truth from the doctor about his identity.