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After I confirmed my departure date with my parents, they promised to pick me up at the airport. The warmth of their reassurance spread through my heart, making this lonely hospital room feel a little less cold.
The nurse came to change my dressing one by one. Finally, her curiosity got the better of and she finally asked, “Miss London, what’s your relationship with Mr. Irvine? He’s been
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egring for another woman in a different room, yet he’s carrying around your wedding photo.”
“Is that 807” I forced a light smile. “It’s just a picture from a modeling job I did once. We’re just colleagues.”
Maybe it was my last shred of pride talking, but I didn’t want to be seen as a joke by an
outsider. So, once again I lied with ease.
The moment the words left my mouth, I froze. When had I become so used to lying? Once upon a time, I despised people like this.
That night, I rested alone in the hospital. When I was half–asleep, I vaguely heard Theo.
arquing with a doctor.
“My wife lost our baby in your hospital. You’re responsible! What are your nurses even going? Why didn’t anyone notice earlier? My baby could’ve been saved and my wife nearly died! You must take responsibility!”
The doctor, clearly fed up, replied coldly, “Sir, please calm down. The abortion procedure was scheduled two days prior by the patient herself. Even without the fall, the baby couldn’t have
been saved.”
“Moreover, when the patient fell, a staff member witnessed it. She was pulled toward the
staircase. If you don’t believe me, you can report it and check the surveillance footage!”
The door creaked open and in the dim light, Theo’s face appeared cold and unreadable.
When his gaze landed on me, it filled me with complicated emotions.
I lay on the bed and frowned uneasily.
He tucked the blanket around me and gently closed the curtains.
“Amy, I’m sorry…”
His soft apology was barely audible as it was carried away by the night breeze.
The next morning, when I woke up, he was gone. Only the steaming porridge left by my
bedside hinted that he’d been there.
I asked the nurse to throw it away and bought a new breakfast from the hospital.
There was hesitation in the nurse’s gaze and it seemed she wanted to say something. Finally, after a long time, she finally spoke with cautiousness, “You don’t know yet, do you? That
Mr. Irvine, he called the police to arrest someone from the hospital early this morning!”
“When he went to the police station to cooperate with the investigation, he specifically instructed us to take good care of you.”
I looked up and said in a soft voice, “Who got arrested?”
“The person who tried to pull you down the stairs that day!” she said.
I opened my phone and scanned the news. Sure enough, the headlines featured Jenny’s aged, twisted face.
Exposed and strinned of her facade she had abandoned all pretense and revealed her true
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Exposed and stripped of her facade, she had abandoned all pretense and revealed her true
Chature.
The comments speculated that deliberately pushing a pregnant woman was tantamount to
attempted murder. She’d likely face years behind bars.
Yet, as I read through the reports, I felt nothing.
Even if she paid with her life, it wouldn’t bring my child back.
Although I had decided on the procedure, being forced into it by a fall was worlds apart from
doing it on my terms.
That day, I was not actually ready to do it.
I had only been driven to anger by Theo’s indifference and favoritism.
Seeing my silence, the nurse was disappointed. She left after placing my breakfast on the
table.
ask.
I turned off my phone and ate alone.
It wasn’t long before Theo rushed back to the hospital.
He didn’t say a word to me, quietly taking over the chores in my room.
