CHAPTER 197: CHAPTER 197: LET’S MOVE ON

After my words fell, everyone was stunned, except for Ivan Underwood, whose eyes showed delight. He asked me softly, "Really? Willing to give me this chance?"

I deliberately ignored Henry Preston and smiled slightly at Ivan, "Yes, you see, today you’re the first one to save me. It wouldn’t make sense not to give you this chance."

Ivan couldn’t hide his excitement and couldn’t help but smile.

But Henry’s expression was unprecedentedly angry and painful. However, he had no reason to act anymore; being with Ivan was my choice.

"Let’s go to the hospital first," my mom said worriedly.

I nodded and turned to leave with Ivan.

When passing by Henry, he stopped me, "Zoe Hathaway, you will regret it."

I looked into his cold eyes and just smiled slightly, "I won’t regret it."

Maybe at this moment, he finally realized the pain I went through; it’s a sort of balance.

My parents glanced at Henry, then took me away, and soon the sound of sirens came from outside, indicating that the police had arrived.

At the hospital, Ivan and I were treated. Even if the effects of the drugs had worn off, they would still harm the body, so it needs to be treated carefully.

My mom stayed with me until dawn. She told me, "Your dad is still at the police station. He’s really angry."

"It was Azure Vaughn and Sean Lawson who did it. Isn’t it enough that I’m a witness?" I asked.

"Sean Lawson will probably be caught, but Azure Vaughn managed to clear her name thoroughly. It’s hard to say," my mom held my hand, "You’ve had a lot of troubles since you met Henry. What are you going to do?"

Then she asked me seriously, "And have you thought carefully about being with Dr. Underwood? This isn’t just child’s play."

"Yes, I’ve thought it through," I replied straightforwardly, "Didn’t you and dad also hope I’d give it a try with him?"

My mom was silent for a long time before she finally said, "Last time when we went to the temple, we asked for a fortune about you and Henry, and also about you and Dr. Underwood. The results weren’t ideal, so I worry you’re just doing this as a joke."

So, that day my mom was acting strangely because she had prayed for me and Henry?

"Mom, let’s talk about the real issue. What if Ivan’s parents don’t agree with us being together? I’ve been divorced and am Henry’s ex-wife," I asked seriously.

My mom was taken aback, seemingly not expecting this question. As a parent, she always believes her child is the best, and would never think they would be disliked by others.

Reminded by my question, my mom fell into a long silence before she finally said, "Zoe, if the Underwood Family really looks down on you, let Ivan solve it. If he can’t solve it, then don’t be with him."

In my mom’s heart, her daughter’s dignity is still more important.

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Okay, I understand, Mom. You should go rest. I’ll go back in a couple of days; it’s not serious."

"I’ll stay with you," my mom insisted.

Finally, I convinced her to go home and wait for my dad, and she obediently left.

Alone in the hospital room, I couldn’t sleep, thinking about how I almost had a close moment with Ivan, my mind buzzing with both embarrassment and frustration.

As I thought about it, I grew drowsy and was about to close my eyes and sleep when I caught a glimpse of a shadow at the door.

I immediately opened my eyes wide, and it was Henry Preston standing at the door.

We stared at each other from about two or three meters apart.

"What are you doing here?" I asked first.

"Do you like him?" Henry spoke, his voice unusually hoarse and obscure.

I smiled, "Henry, we’re thirty years old. Why still say such childish words?"

It’s more important to me whether Ivan likes me than whether I like him.

Henry came in, and he had a strong smell of smoke on him, who knows how much he had smoked.

"Zoe Hathaway, don’t you have even a little feeling for me anymore?" He stood by my bed, looking down at me with intricately perfect features now shrouded in a sense of loss and grievance.

He reminded me of an abandoned child, looking pitifully.

Henry, who was always so proud, never showed such a pitiful expression; it was the first time he nakedly showed grievance in front of me.

I answered very rationally, "Yes, we should move on, Henry."

After ten whole years, love and hatred must come to an end.