The doorbell rang and the nurse ran to open it. Keith, dressed in black with a shiny slicked-back hairstyle and holding a bunch of flowers, walked into the ward. Paula had been discharged from the hospital yesterday, so he could now come to see Bailey without restraint.

Bailey was taken aback. She had never expected it to be him.

"Get out, you're not welcome here." Bailey's eviction order was straightforward.

Don't do this. There's no need for us to be enemies. Tessa is in poor health and I'm very worried." Keith wouldn't give up easily. He poked his head in and just saw Tessa lying among a pile of instruments.

"It's not much money, but a token of appreciation." Keith knew the House of Mitchell well and knew that it was not easy for them as orphans. During her college years, Bailey had to work part-time on campus to support her studies. It was during this period that they came to know each other and fell in love.

Bailey looked at the hundred-dollar bills in Keith's hand and gave a cold laugh: "You've really got rich. You've made such a big move. It seems you've taken good care of Paula."

When Keith was in college, his monthly living expenses were only a little over three hundred yuan. He often ate instant noodles with Bailey and dreamed about the future. They had nothing, but their love was particularly sweet.

Now Keith doesn't have to live that kind of life anymore. The fame and status he once dreamed of have all come true.

"Bailey, don't speak so badly. This money has nothing to do with Paula. It's my salary." Keith looked as if he had been slapped hard, his face flushed red.

"Don't call me Bailey. You don't deserve it. Go and thank your Paula. Without her, how could you have become a party newspaper reporter and how could you have received this salary?"

"Bailey, there is a limit to my patience." Having been so mean to Bailey again and again, Keith lost face. "I attach myself to the powerful, I fawn on the powerful. Then what about you? How much better can you be than me? Why did your mother get into the high-ranking official's ward? Did you get close to another man?"

Keith's words were sour. Despite the breakup, he still had feelings for Bailey in his heart. He didn't like to see another man in Bailey's life, especially one who was more capable than him and could easily get such a tight and luxurious high-ranking official ward.

"I'm going to take a good look at what that man is like today." Keith didn't leave at all. He sat down on the sofa and looked at Bailey leisurely.

Keith knew better than anyone how hard it was to get a high-ranking official's ward at the Hospital. If Paula's father weren't a high-ranking official in the Department of Defense, she wouldn't have received such a generous treatment.

The military district officials who have the right to enjoy the high-ranking cadre ward are all veterans, at least in their seventies. Keith, a party newspaper reporter, was well aware of this. He stayed here just to wait for Bailey to make a fool of himself, and then an old man with white hair, as old as her grandfather, would come in and see how she would deal with it.

"Guests are here?" Alvin pushed Henry in through the door of the ward. Henry saw Keith on the sofa at first sight.

In the blink of an eye, Keith immediately realized that the handsome officer in a wheelchair with a colonel's rank was the man behind Bailey.

He was handsome and young, but a paralytic.

Keith's heart, which had been filled with jealousy, was now smug. He got up from the sofa and walked up to Henry, looking down and saying, "I'm Keith, Bailey's ex-boyfriend."

He deliberately used the height difference contrast to set off his tall and healthy image.

"I'm Henry, Bailey's current boyfriend." Henry didn't go to shake Keith's hand, sitting in a wheelchair, looking as if he had already taken the girl.

"Shut up, get out right now." Bailey said coldly to Keith.

"Don't do that, though we broke up, I never forget the days of love and affection." The more Keith explained, the more he made things worse.

Bailey, unable to bear it any longer, punched Keith in the cheek.

But Henry reached out his hand and blocked Bailey's punch, "Life is so long, who hasn't met a few scumbags? So you must cherish your happiness now and hold on to me, a perfect man one in a million, once in a thousand years."

"What you say always makes so much sense." Bailey, along with Henry, crouched down and leaned her petite head on Henry's shoulder. A handsome man and a beautiful woman, a perfect couple.

He was very unhappy to be called a scumbag by Henry, and when he saw the two of them showing off their love in a high-profile manner, caressing each other with great happiness, he gritted his teeth and said, "A man who can't even stand up is perfect? I think it's doomed."

"Who do you say can't stand up?" As he spoke, Henry stepped out of his wheelchair. Also standing on the ground, he was half a head taller than Keith, creating an overwhelming force.

Keith, who had been looking down, turned into looking up, and his arrogance vanished in an instant. "You're not lame, why are you in a wheelchair? You're just trying to show off."

"I'm just too lazy to walk." Henry lifted his face and said disdainfully, "You're not lazy. You have legs. You can walk out of here by yourself. No one will stop you."

Keith was speechless at the words, stunned for a moment, and slunk out of the ward.

"I should put a few soldiers on guard to prevent anyone from harassing you again." Henry pinched Bailey's cheek with his hand. "I don't care if you had a boyfriend before, but since you met me, anyone who dares to come out and admit that he's your boyfriend, I'll break his leg at any moment."

Bailey struggled to pull her hand back. Just now facing Keith, she was thinking of putting on a show and going along with Henry to make a fool of her best boyfriend. Unexpectedly, Henry was just too "immersed" in the role, and even when Keith left, he still showed no intention of letting go.

Henry glanced at Bailey and thought to himself, what a miser! He wouldn't even let himself touch his hand for a little longer. How much control did he use last night to stop in time and not take her while drunk. She didn't appreciate it at all and was still so distant from me today.

Bailey said, "Just remember this yourself. If you say it's my current boyfriend next time, break your own leg. Anyway, you have a wheelchair."

"Can you bear it?" By surprise, Henry pulled Bailey into his arms at once and fastened her head to his neck with his hand.

His chest was firm and stiff, and his thin, soft lips pressed against Bailey's nose!