After the Wealthy Daughter Suddenly Woke Up

October 16th.

Auspicious day to visit the sick.

In the morning, I opened my phone and saw Marlon had finally replied to a message I sent a few days ago.

[Dad's birthday is this Sunday, don't forge.] The message was sent on October 13.

[Sorry, Nina, I've been too busy these days, but I'll definitely remember the party on Sunday.] At this point, Marlon's reply seemed particularly ridiculous.

I arrived at the hospital where everyone had agreed to meet, but no one else was there yet.

Waited only a few minutes.

"Nina? You're already here."

I turned around at the sound of the voice and saw a handsome man in a black shirt, who looked vaguely familiar.

"Don't remember me? I'm Thomas, the head of the literary club back in college," the man explained calmly, seeing my puzzled look.

"I work at the hospital, so I came to visit Maya," he paused for a moment. " With Marlon."

Before I could answer.

"Nina? Thomas? Is that you? Wow, you both have changed so much!"

An eager female classmate exclaimed, "Hey? Did you two come together?"

Noticing their growing curiosity and suggestive glances.

I quickly clarified, "No, I came from the west side of the city."

"Let's go inside; it's getting late," Thomas interjected, skillfully easing the tension.

I glanced at a familiar silver-gray sedan in the parking lot.

Great, Marlon.

Driving the car I bought to take care of your ex-girlfriend.