Chapter 14 She Likes Edie
At the hospital, it was not until Sophia was sent to visit Carl that Edie could finally take a break.
Sophia said, “Edie, I brought some soup from home for you. Have some and warm up your stomach.”
Edie sat down at the table. “Sure, thanks.”
Sophia probably needed something from her and was hesitant to ask, stammering,” Uh… Edie, do you still have those graduate school notes?”
She had also skipped grades, though she wasn’t as impressive as Edie, who had gone straight from undergrad to PhD at the age of twenty–one.
Edie swallowed a sip of soup before answering, “I do, and if you need them, I’ll bring them by another day.”
Sophia’s eyes lit up with happiness. “Thank you, Edie!”
She was so happy she wished she could marry Edie herself.
Coincidentally, Prunella Byrd called at that moment.
Edie checked her phone and said to Sophia, “Could you keep an eye on your brother for a while?”
Sophia replied, “Sure.”
As Edie left, Sophia sat down beside Carl’s hospital bed and sighed with a smile, “Carl, I really like Edie.”
‘What’s there to like? She’s got a nose and two eyes, just like anyone else, Carl thought to himself.
Sophia continued, “When you wake up, if you want a divorce, how about you let me have Edie instead?”
Carl was amused by Sophia. ‘Is Edie really that excellent?‘
Outside the ward, as soon as Edie answered the call, Prunella’s clear voice came through. “Hey, sis. How’s everything going with your family mess?”
Edie replied, “Almost sorted out.‘
Prunella slapped her thigh upon hearing this and accepted a grape from a hot nightclub male model with an affectionate look. “Great, then let’s have a party and have some fun when you have time. It seems ages since we last met because you’ve been so busy.”
Edie said, “I’ve broken up.”
Prunella was shocked and spat out the grape seeds. She forced herself to look
distressed and said sincerely, “Oh, a breakup? It’s no big deal. I’ve always said there’s
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no good man out there.”
The male model sitting next to Prunella tried to snuggle up to her. In the last second, she had said that men were no good, but then she immediately took the opportunity to wrap her arms around the male model and gave him a perfunctory peck, meaning for him to stop bothering her.
Edie calmly said, “If you can’t keep pretending, then don’t.”
Prunella awkwardly coughed and said, “I was afraid that if I burst into laughter right away, you’d cut me off completely.”
No one would not be happy for their friend to break up with a jerk. Prunella was truly happy for Edie to say goodbye to that scumbag.
But she thought Edie might still be heartbroken, so she had to fake some comfort.
Prunella said, “Then let’s not celebrate. I’ll come over to your place for a drink. Getting drunk will make everything go by.”
“No way,” Edie replied. “I got married; we need to celebrate.”
Prunella couldn’t follow Edie’s sudden change in topic, and there was silence on the other end of the line for several seconds before she screamed in disbelief, “You’re not kidding me? Just broke up, and now you’re married? To who?”
Edie smirked and dropped another bombshell. “Carl.”
Prunella asked, “The Carl I’m thinking of?“.
Edie replied, “Yes.”
Prunella suddenly slapped the table, startling the male models next to her, and began cursing: “You married that vegetable? Did the Thornton family pressure you into this?”
It had to be said that Prunella was quick–witted. She had guessed nearly correctly just
from that one clue.
Edie said, “It’s a bit complicated. I’ll come over tonight to talk to you.”
Prunella was a quintessential socialite, born into a family that had been landowners for generations. She could hang out with Edie because the two were opposites in temperament. They had complemented each other for over ten years without a single conflict.
