She looked at Louis Lawrence, though she really didn’t want to deal with him, she had no choice but to speak.

"I, I left my phone at your place, can you bring it to me?"

Louis Lawrence leaned lazily against the wall, looking at her with a half-smile.

"Just called me a jerk, and now you want me to run errands for you? Xylia Xandrell, how thick-skinned are you?"

Xylia Xandrell bit her lip, feeling nothing but embarrassed.

All the embarrassment in her life probably came from this man.

She gave him a fierce glare, turned around and strode upstairs, back to the ward.

Louis Lawrence smirked slightly and followed her up.

Back in the room, Xylia originally intended to sit on the hospital bed.

But thinking about how this shabby room costs twelve hundred a day, she didn’t even want to sit.

She simply squatted on the ground, buried her head in her knees, and started crying.

She’s not someone who cries easily, but today she kept shedding tears.

Louis Lawrence stood at the door, watching that girl crying silently, his brows slightly furrowed.

This kid, doesn’t know how to plead with him and say a soft word?

So stubborn, who does she take after?

"Cried enough yet?"

Xylia raised her head, glared at him furiously, and yelled loudly: "No!"

"Not planning to borrow money from me?" Louis wasn’t annoyed, continued to ask.

These words successfully stopped Xylia’s crying.

She raised her head, staring blankly at Louis, not responding for quite a while.

"Write an IOU, I’ll lend you money."

Hearing the IOU, Xylia’s breath stuck in her chest, almost suffocating her.

How could there be such a petty man?

Writing an IOU, does she look like someone who wouldn’t pay back money?

Xylia cursed softly, but still said: "I’ll pay you back soon."

Louis smiled, took out a card, left the room, and handed the card to a nurse, asking her to swipe it.

Then he took paper and pen, wrote an IOU, and handed it to Xylia.

Xylia looked at the IOU, found no problems, and promptly signed her name.

Soon, the young nurse came up with the card.

She handed the card to Louis, looking apologetic.

"I’m really sorry, Mr. Lawrence. The staff who calculated the charges earlier made a mistake. Miss Xylia’s health hasn’t improved, so they included her subsequent two days of hospital stay and medical expenses, but Xylia is being discharged today."

Xylia was stunned too.

"Can I get a refund for the remaining days?"

Her health was indeed uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to continue staying at this hospital.

The remaining money, going to a regular hospital, probably would even have leftovers.

But the young nurse shook her head.

"Well, that can’t be refunded."

"How can it not be refunded? I haven’t used the medicine, and I’m not staying in the room anymore, why can’t it be refunded?"

"I’m sorry, though you didn’t use it, the bill has already been issued, and our hospital also has regulations."

Xylia wanted to ask what kind of absurd regulations these were.

"Can’t you make an exception?" she asked unwillingly.

"Really can’t. If you get discharged today, then these fees cannot be refunded or exchanged, or you can stay a few more days. Anyway, your illness hasn’t recovered yet, you shouldn’t be in such a rush to be discharged."

Xylia: "..."

Her illness hasn’t recovered, but she’s in a hurry, she’s in a hurry to be discharged and change hospitals.

"Really sorry, but you just said you wanted to make the payment, and none of the cashiers said anything about being discharged, so this matter can’t be blamed on us."

Xylia: "..."

Didn’t she say?

This whole mess makes it hard for her to remember whether she said it or not.