After staggering back to her ward, Dahlia felt as if her soul had left her body.

She had a dead expression on her face, and her eyes were dull. She didn't realize that her bandaged hand was still dripping with blood.

She remembered Dustin's disappointed gaze on her before he left, and it felt like a knife that kept stabbing at her heart. She knew that the two of them had grown further and further apart.

In the past, she had always been career-oriented, as she was determined to carve her own path, which is why she ignored and sacrificed many things along the way.

However, since the day of their divorce, she slowly started to realize something. It turns out that there are things in life that were more important than one’s career. However, it was a shame that she only realized this now.

"Honey, I just heard that—" Florence said as she burst into the room upon seeing Dahlia enter inside moments before.

"I just heard that it was that Rhys kid who was the one who laid hands on Ms