You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 213- feel guilty

After Dave was wheeled out of the operating room, he was taken directly to the ward. The three of them followed along, and soon, Tiffany and Daniel arrived as well. The anesthesia hadn’t worn off yet, and Dave was still lying on the hospital bed, pale and unconscious.

As soon as Tiffany saw her son in this state, her eyes reddened with tears. Daniel’s expression was equally grim. When he learned that it was Clark who had stabbed Dave, regret and remorse surged through him simultaneously.

Clark. Clark. It was that woman again. Every time Clark appeared, nothing good ever came of it. For the first time in his life, Daniel felt such deep hatred and disgust for himself. If he hadn’t gotten involved with Bert and his mother in the first place, none of this would have happened...

While Dave remained unconscious, Laurent entrusted him to Tiffany’s care and went to the police station to give her statement. In reality, it was just a formality—there were plenty of witnesses, and the mall’s surveillance cameras had clearly recorded the entire incident.

Moreover, it seemed that Morrison had already pulled some strings to ensure that Clark received the harshest punishment possible. Her fate was sealed—there was no escaping prison.

Morrison’s actions were, of course, for Dave. He wanted that crazed woman to face the consequences she deserved and to avenge Dave.

Of course, Morrison had stepped in because Dave was still unconscious. But Laurent was certain that once Dave woke up, the first thing he would do was make sure Clark was utterly ruined.

Thinking about Clark’s inevitable downfall, Laurent couldn’t help but sigh. A woman who stakes her entire future on a man is undoubtedly a fool.

By the time Laurent returned to the hospital after giving her statement at the police station, Dave had already woken up. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was acting distant toward her—this wasn’t how a man who had taken a stab wound for her should behave.

For instance, when she approached him with concern and asked if he wanted some water, he simply fixed his dark eyes on her, staring at her for a long moment before looking away, completely ignoring her.

Laurent was puzzled.

"What’s wrong? Does your wound hurt, or are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

She had undergone a C-section when giving birth, which was essentially a major surgery, so she deeply understood the pain that came when the anesthesia wore off. She assumed that he was simply too uncomfortable to pay her any attention.

However, Dave continued to ignore her.

No matter what she said or did, he either paid her no mind or furrowed his brows while staring at her.

His inexplicable behavior gave Laurent a headache. Unable to figure out what was going on, she secretly pulled Tiffany aside and asked if something had happened to make Dave act this way. But Tiffany shook her head in denial.

"He was still asleep from the anesthesia after you left. He only just woke up before you returned. I have no idea why he’s suddenly treating you so coldly either."

Even Tiffany was confused by her son’s behavior, leaving Laurent even more bewildered.

Later, Tiffany decided to go home to prepare some nourishing food for Dave’s recovery and asked Laurent to stay and take care of him. But to her surprise, Dave immediately refused.

"There’s no need to trouble her. I can manage on my own. Isn’t there a nurse here? You can all go."

Laurent and Tiffany exchanged bewildered glances.

Did he just say it would be a "trouble" for her?*

Tiffany was utterly confused, and so was Laurent.

His shoulder was injured, not his brain, right?

Before the injury, he had been passionately entangled with her, yet after getting hurt, he had suddenly turned cold. The shift in his demeanor was too abrupt.

Tiffany figured that it would be best for her to leave for now. Whether Laurent stayed to take care of Dave or not was something the two of them had to figure out on their own.

After Tiffany left, only Dave and Laurent remained in the hospital room. Before Laurent could even say a word, Dave spoke up with a cold expression, once again telling her to leave.

"You should go home. Don’t you have work tomorrow? There’s no need for you to stay and take care of me."

Laurent was momentarily stunned. To be honest, she wasn’t in a good mood either. He had suffered such a serious injury—how could she possibly feel fine? Every time she recalled the scene at the mall, her heart pounded with fear. And now, seeing him so pale and exhausted only made her heart ache even more.

At this moment, she had no other wish but for him to recover quickly. She just wanted him to be safe and healthy.

Yet here he was, acting distant, refusing to let her stay and care for him. In his current condition, how could he possibly manage without someone looking after him?

Frustrated and anxious, she raised her voice slightly.

"Dave, what’s wrong with you? You’re in no condition to be left alone! And after taking a stab wound for me, now you’re pushing me away? Do you want me to feel guilty for the rest of my life?"

He had been injured because of her, and she was supposed to just go to work like nothing happened?

On her way back from the police station, she had already called Matthew to request leave. Since the news of Dave’s injury had been reported by the media, Matthew was well aware of the situation. The moment she asked for time off, he approved it without hesitation and even reminded her to take good care of Dave.

And now, Dave was coldly telling her to leave?

As soon as Laurent said those words, Dave’s expression darkened even further—like a storm brewing on the horizon, heavy and ominous. His voice rose sharply.

"So, you’re only staying to take care of me because you feel guilty?"

His raised voice pulled at his wound, causing him to wince in pain. His brows furrowed tightly as he let out a sharp hiss.

Laurent immediately forgot about their argument and hurried forward, concern written all over her face.

"Are you okay? Did you strain your wound? I’ll call the nurse to check on you."

Dave let out a cold snort and turned his face away.

"No need! I’m not going to die. Just go!"

After saying that, he used his uninjured hand to pull the blanket over his face, completely shutting Laurent out.

Laurent was so frustrated that she was on the verge of tears. She had come here sincerely to take care of him, yet he treated her with this attitude. Angered, she turned around and stormed out of the room in frustration.

Dave’s cold demeanor struck a particularly sensitive nerve in her. Whenever he treated her like this—aloof and indifferent—it reminded her of those five years. It made her feel insecure, as if he didn’t love her at all.

She had sworn never to relive the pain of those five years again. His distant attitude only deepened her grievances to the extreme, so she walked away without looking back.

After Laurent left, Dave lowered the blanket from his face, frowning as he glanced toward the door.

She actually left?

Thinking about the determined look she had when she turned away, it was possible that he had really pushed her too far.

Frustration flashed across his face. The reason for his drastic shift in attitude before and after his injury was simple—he didn’t want her to stay just because she felt grateful that he had saved her. And even more so, he didn’t want her to reconcile with him out of guilt.

What he wanted was love.

He wanted her to stay because she still loved him. Because she cared about him, because she couldn’t bear to leave him—not out of obligation, but out of true feelings.

Meanwhile, after storming out of the hospital room, Laurent took the elevator all the way down to the first floor of the inpatient department, still fuming. But in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to actually drive away.

He was still hooked up to an IV, and he was weak from excessive blood loss. What if he accidentally fell asleep, and no one was there when the IV finished?

Sighing at the thought, she found a bench outside and sat down.