Chapter 556 Making a Fool of Yourself

Gilbert snorted as he looked down at her. The smoke he exhaled loomed above her head, with a nicotine smell drifting into her nostrils, irritating her. "I can't believe you have such a high opinion of yourself, thinking I came to the hospital on purpose to create a chance encounter with you," Gilbert said, bending downward slightly, and said with a low, bitter voice, "I no longer have feelings for you since you stabbed me that day. Creating a chance encounter? Do you even think it is possible?" His sarcastic chuckle made her feel as if she was the one who was making a fool of herself. She clutched the wheelchair's armrest in anger and nervousness. Her hands were red from the cold, her slender fingers looking fragile in the wind. Gilbert glanced at her hands indifferently and sneered, "Look, playing the pity card is only your own undoing. Had you stopped pretending and gotten on your feet, you would have gotten into the car in no time. Why are you still freezing here?" Kisa gritted h