Chapter 1112: Chapter 1112: As Long as She
She was but a kite with its string cut.
Flighty in the sky, whether it rained or the wind blew, she revelled in her freedom, unfettered and unbound.
After finishing his last bite, Roy Yarn put down his chopsticks and stood up to clean up.
Hands that played the violin now held a greasy rice bowl, looking somewhat out of place, his movements also betraying a hint of unfamiliarity.
Louis Snyder glanced up and said with a scoff, "Roy Yarn, do all of the Yarn family members love to fawn over others so eagerly?"
He was already like this, how could Grace Yarn still not understand that he didn’t want to eat the food she made?
Yet even so, Grace Yarn still insisted on bringing it.
Roy Yarn looked down seriously as he tidied up the table, "Mom is just worried about you."
"Worried?" Louis Snyder looked up, his dark eyes flashing as he stared at the pristine ceiling, and let out a cold laugh, "You think I would cherish that?"
He didn’t want anyone’s concern.
Only Hannah’s.
But she wouldn’t give it.
As Roy Yarn cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, he asked, "Were you always like this towards Hannah?"
Louis Snyder suddenly looked over, his hand on the IV slowly tightening, "What did she tell you?"
Roy Yarn did not answer, simply taking the washed dishes to the sink.
The water flowed loudly, shattering the silence in the hospital room like glass hitting the ground, causing a sharp pain when stepped on.
"I’m asking you, what did she tell you?"
Louis Snyder’s eyes reddened, he yanked the IV tube and, barefoot, strode up to Roy Yarn.
A biting chill surged up, causing his head to swim, and he swayed slightly.
But he still forced himself to stand firm, his eyes glaring viciously at the person in front of him.
Seeing Louis Snyder in this state, Roy Yarn also frowned deeply, "You are still sick, you shouldn’t be getting out of bed like this."
He wasn’t concerned about Louis Snyder; he was by nature and upbringing accustomed to being a mild-mannered and courteous man.
The young man was relentless, "Why would she tell you these things, what’s your relationship with her."
Roy Yarn reached out to steady him, "Hannah and I are just friends."
"Friends?" Louis Snyder swatted away Roy Yarn’s hand with hatred in his eyes, "Do you also like Hannah? Do you? Why is it that with the same status as me, you’ve always been able to have so much since we were young, you have a mother who loves you, a father who cares for you, even set to inherit a vast fortune without doing a thing. Every one of you has money and power, but I have nothing... yet why do you still come and compete with me for Hannah!"
He clenched his teeth tightly, his lips trembling, hate-filled eyes brimming with tears.
Then, suddenly, he swung a punch.
He had put all his force into that punch.
Roy Yarn, unprepared, stumbled and sat down awkwardly on the floor.
He couldn’t help coughing a couple of times and reached to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Even at this moment, there was no sign of anger on his face, "Hannah is not an object, she has the right to choose the person she likes."
"What do you know!" Louis Snyder looked down at him, his face pale and eyes deep with loathing, "It was I who met Hannah first, it was me."
The water in the sink splashed, quickly wetting the floor.
Roy Yarn, supporting himself on the wall, stood up and brushed away a small stain on his shirt hem, his voice as calm as ever, "That doesn’t mean anything, even if you met Hannah first."
