Chapter 22 His Anger

At the end, Clinton took noisy Jessi back to the ward. He scolded her in a sullen face, 'Shut Up!" Her face was aching suddenly, and she covered her face with hands, unbelievably looking at him, 'You slapped … me." Clinton saw she calmed down and said, 'can you behave yourself?" 'Behave? How can you ask me to behave? Sandra killed your child and you asked me to behave! Why didn't you teach her a lesson? Why?" Jessi shouted till her voice cracked. But Clinton was gazing at her coldly. Jessi almost cried her heart out, but Clinton said impatiently, 'Can you stop?" Few days passed. Jessi was hospitalized for the treatment, and didn't look for trouble unreasonably. She recovered quickly to her normal state. On the discharge day, she stood in the sun for a quite long time, waiting, but Clinton didn't show up. When she was about to get angry, a black Bentley stopped in front of her. 'Ms. Sun." 'Who are you?" Jessi moved further and looked at the man cautiously. The man was good-looki