Chapter 153: Ashbrook family
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"Because despite all these... you are better than her. You have friends who could stay all night for you outside the ward just to make sure you are fine. They don’t loathe your birth. They only care who you are. You are the best," she says, trying to calm him.
"Indeed... They are always on my back. But I am not," Mason said.
"Mr. Boris, you are one of the best people I have seen so far. I once saw you freaking out just because our friend got a single scratch. You called the whole doctor team to make sure he was really fine.
"You are a good support to your friends. You just didn’t notice it," Tiffany said, trying to calm him down.
"You think so?" he asked.
"Yeah... how about I get someone to clean this room while you rest for a while. After all, your friends wish to see you healthy, not in your so-fucked-up state," Tiffany said with a smile.
Mason suddenly hugged Tiffany wrapping his hands around her waist. Tiffany was stumped silly at his actions. She tried to break free from his grip but... he just tightened his arms around her.
[What the fuck!?!] Tiffany screamed in her mind. She wanted to clean this room as her germaphobe inside her was kicking her hard right now. But this man was waist hugging her, which was freaking her out badly. But again... she tried to pull him off of her but he wasn’t budging.
Edward entered the room only to hear Mason’s fucked up statements about himself. He wanted to go home and slap his sister to the point that her cheeks swelled up. She fucked up Mason’s brain again. Edward doesn’t want history to be repeated. He was kind of thankful for Tiffany for trying to clear Mason’s head. When he heard no words, he entered the room only to see Tiffany was trying to get off of his grip.
Edward knew he was being a bitch, selfish, and kind of low. But for the sake of his friend and his health he decided to be a bitch.
"Tiffany," he whispered slowly near her, which almost made her heart jump off her chest.