He Begged Me to Let Him Go, Now He’s Begging to Come Back Chapter 06

Greg kept his distance after that scene in the hallway.

A week later, Henry was transferred out of the ICU to a regular room.

I finished my rounds and walked back to my office to find a gift box on my desk. Next to it sat a cup of black

coffee.

Greg was standing by the window, looking at the schedule on the wall.

He turned when he heard me come in. He had a complicated look on his face.

“Emily. You’re back.” He pointed at the things on my desk. “I had someone bring back a necklace from Italy.

Consider it a peace offering.”

“And the coffee. I asked around. You don’t drink sweet things anymore. Just black.”

He was trying to buy his way back into my good graces.

Over the past few days, he must have looked me up.

He must have learned about the three jobs I worked to pay off the debts from our marriage. He must have learned about the sleepless nights in the lab that earned me the position I had now.

“Mr. Thornton, hospital policy doesn’t allow us to accept gifts from patients’ families.” I pushed the gift box to the corner of my desk without looking at it.

Greg walked closer and put his hands on the edge of my desk.

“Emily, do we have to be so formal? I admit I misjudged you. I thought you were still angry.”

“I thought you weren’t doing well. Seeing you like this… it makes me happy.”

Happy. Like my success was somehow about him. Like his betrayal had been the thing that pushed me to

succeed.

And now he wanted to stand here and admire the result of his gift to the world.

“Your happiness or unhappiness has nothing to do with me, Greg.”

I sat down and opened a chart on my computer.

“If you want to talk about Henry’s condition, have a seat. If you want to reminisce, the door is behind you.”

Greg’s face registered hurt. He was used to me bending over backward for him. He couldn’t handle my

indifference.

“Emily, I know I wronged you back then. But Linda gave me Henry. I have to make it work with her for Henry’s sake.” His voice turned pleading.

“We had a history together. Can’t you at least look at me like I’m human?”

Always the same Greg. Dressing up his selfishness and cowardice as necessity. Then demanding that the

people he hurt feel sorry for him.

“What kind of look do you want from me?” I stopped typing and raised my head.

“Mr. Thornton, to me, you are just another patient’s family member. The drama you think we’re having? It

exists only in your head.”

Greg’s face flushed and paled by turns. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out,

the door opened.

A deep, pleasant voice came from the doorway. “Dr. Carter, are you still working?”

Greg turned toward the voice. His face darkened instantly.