"Youâre getting old and forgetful, and you blame us normal young folks for it?" Peter Gingery thought Alexander Forest might be the most shameless person he had ever met.
"Iâm old?" Alexander Forest suddenly turned to look at Nina Rice, "Peter Gingery says Iâm old, do you see me that way too?"
Before Nina could speak, Alexander Forest slapped his thigh, "No wonder you always say you donât like me. Are you avoiding giving me a chance because Iâm older than you by several years? Nina, you canât be like this!"
"Whatâs wrong with me?" Nina was shocked by Alexanderâs righteous accusation, "Tell me, whatâs wrong with me?"
"Are you actually belittling me for being old? Donât you know that men my age are in their prime? A thirty-year-old man blooms like a flower. Donât you love flowers?" Alexander Forest sat on Ninaâs sickbed, "Take a good look at whether this delicate flower has blossomed particularly beautifully."
Nina couldnât help herself and slapped Alexander Forestâs face as he moved closer trying to take advantage, "Keep your distance from me!"
Jane Sampson: ...
Peter Gingery: ...
"..." James Black held Jane Sampsonâs hand, "Letâs go."
"Right, a thirty-year-old man is a flower, but Alexander Forest, youâre way past thirty. Should you still call yourself a delicate flower? Youâre more of a wilted flower, arenât you?" Peter couldnât help but retort, "In your prime, huh? In your prime and forgetful? My God, forgetting things when youâre old is one thing, but forgetting things when youâre supposed to be in your prime is even worse."
"Wilted flower, did you hear that?" Nina burst into laughter, seeing Alexander Forestâs eyes burning with anger as he seemed like he wanted to chop Peter Gingery to pieces.
"Iâm not belittling you for being old, Iâm belittling you for being old and passed around." Nina handed Peter another knife.
"..." Peter Gingery had no response for this.
He thought for a long time, so long that James Black lost his patience, and as he prepared to leave with Jane Sampson, Peter finally said a sentence.
"Having experience means youâre getting a bargain, otherwise, if everyone were like James Black, wouldnât life be boring?" Alexander Forest thought James Black had already left the ward, so he compared him directly, "Donât believe me? Ask little Jane. Coaching a blockhead is especially exhausting."
A blockhead.
Oh, no.
James Black stopped abruptly at the ward door.
And Alexander Forest was oblivious, "Iâm different; if youâre upset, Iâll comfort you. If youâre happy, Iâll make you happier. You want the stars in the sky? Iâll never give you the moon. You just ask for my life, and Iâll give it to you."
Jane Sampson quietly took a step back, silently praying for Alexander Forest.
Good luck, kid.
"You two wait for me here." James said, then turned to go inside and grabbed Alexander Forestâs collar, dragging him out of the ward with a face full of alarm.
Peter Gingery swallowed a gulp of saliva, "Do you think my brother wonât throw Alexander Forest straight down the building?"
"Probably... not... right?" Jane Sampson answered hesitantly.
Itâs only the third floor; to James Black, thatâs not enough to kill.
Jane Sampson and Peter Gingery stayed in the room chatting with Nina. Nina was initially most worried about Sister Graceâs case, but her mother had just told her that she was taking over the case from Sister Grace, which put her mind at ease.
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