Chapter 140
Joshua stood there holding the heavy bag of fruit, his brow furrowed. Was that not enough? And Aaron's attitude was atrocious. It wasn't like he owed him anything.
He, a famous movie star, had been rejected by Marguerite and now by her brother. Joshua was losing face fast. He tried to console himself, thinking that maybe this was just Aaron's gloomy personality and not personal.
As he was about to turn away, he heard Aaron call out, "Mr. Spencer!"
He squinted and looked back.
The tall, thin teenager was jogging toward someone, looking like he'd just seen his idol. His long bangs flew up, revealing eyes filled with pure joy. The sullen boy from moments ago was gone, replaced by a sunny, cheerful young man.
Joshua's nose twitched. That ghost George was here again. Did he really think Marguerite liked him? She was just using him!
George watched Aaron run toward him, a slight surprise in his expression. Was the kid waiting for him? Yesterday, he had clearly been hostile. George wasn't one to hold a grudge against a teenager. He understood it was just overprotectiveness toward Marguerite. Stella was a good sister.
He was reaching into the passenger seat for a bag of fruit when Aaron intercepted him, taking it from his hands.
"Mr. Spencer, let me get that for you!" Aaron said with a bright smile.
Joshua's face darkened at the sight. He had practically begged Aaron to take his fruit, while Aaron was snatching George's out of his hands. Was the kid on drugs?
An idea struck him, and Joshua turned and sprinted back toward the hospital entrance. With Aaron gone, Marguerite was alone in the room. If he delivered his fruit now, anything George brought would just be a repeat. She would be unimpressed. He had realized that a direct confrontation with George right now was unwise. He had to work through Marguerite. If he could get her to push George away, George would retreat back into the shadows where he belonged, a creepy stalker once more.
Seeing Aaron's enthusiasm, George was a little surprised. “What are you doing down here?" he asked in his usual warm tone.
Aaron held the fruit, suddenly feeling a bit shy. "The fruit in the room ran out, so I was coming down to buy more. Now I don't have to. Thank you, sir."
George smiled gently. "You're welcome." He didn't add that the fruit was for Maggie; it was unnecessary.
"Let's go, Mr. Spencer. Maggie's waiting upstairs," Aaron said, practically vibrating with excitement. He couldn't believe he was this close to his benefactor. He had often dreamed that if he ever became rich, he would become a great
philanthropist just like M Spencer. But his reality had beer washing dishes in a restaurant for pennies. Now, with Marguerite back, everything had changed. He would make that his goal: to become a
great philanthropist like Mr. Spencer.
"By the way, this is for you." George leaned back into the car and pulled out a box, handing it to Aaron.
Aaron's eyes widened. "What is it?"
George closed the car door. "It's a special scar-removal cream. The research institute I invested in just developed it. They say it works very well, but it hasn't been released yet. You can give it a try."
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Aaron stared at the box in his hands, feeling it burn his skin. Oh, God, I'm the worst Mr. Spencer had thoughtfully brought him a cutting edge scar cream, while he had refused to give him a cheap tube from the hospital pharmacy Mr. Spencer hadn't held a grudge; he had repaid rudeness with kindness. How could anyone be so good?
“Thank you!” Aaron said, looking up with genuine gratitude.
"Of course. Let's go." George's long legs carried him toward the inpatient building. He didn't actually know where Aaron needed the cream; he just knew that Stella was concerned about him.
Knock, knock.
A rap on the hospital room door. Marguerite jumped up from the sofa, a smile on her face as she hurried to open it. George was here!
When she opened the door and saw Joshua, her smile vanished. She was about to slam the door shut again when Joshua thrust a bag of fruit at her. "I bought this for you."