After the doctor examined Mrs. Hardy, he found that other than her fever, there was nothing else wrong with her. So, he arranged for her to receive an intravenous drip on a bed in the ward. He also prescribed a few boxes of cold and cough medication for her.When Larissa returned from the pharmacy, Mrs. Hardy was still unconscious.The nurse told her to remove the wet clothes from the woman's body to prevent her condition from exacerbating. Larissa felt a wave of repulsion from the bottom of her heart.She tried to call Travis, but his phone was still turned off. Then, she tried to contact Andrew, but he was unreachable despite her multiple attempts. She even suspected that Andrew had already blocked her number.As for Mr. Hardy—she never even saved his number in the first place.Helplessly, Larissa slipped a hundred dollar note to the nurse tending to the next bed and had her change Mrs. Hardy's clothes for her.The three bags of IV fluids ordered by the doctor had been administered f
The scream was from the patient in the next bed.She shrunk into a corner, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Ma—Ma'am, don't do it!"Mrs. Hardy knelt on the ground, right in the middle of the spilled hot water.In her hands was a silver shard from the shattered inner lining of the thermos, its sharpest end pointed toward her own neck."If you don't come with me to see Travis, I will die right here! Right in front of you! I'll let you feel that guilt for your entire life!" Her bloodshot eyes glared at Larissa, a resolute expression on her face.Larissa had to admit, at that moment, she was truly afraid.She had been so afraid that for a brief instant, she forgot how much Mrs. Hardy feared death, how truly manipulative and shameless she was. In her panic, she agreed to the woman's request.…Travis had already passed the critical period and was transferred from the intensive care unit back to a regular ward in the spinal surgery department.Each ward had three patients in one room, but
"You motherfucking crazy bitch! I let you have your way but you just keep pushing my limits!" Mr. Hardy shouted.Larissa was afraid things would get out of hand, so she quickly stepped in and attempted to break up the fight. Mr. Hardy pushed her away roughly."Get out!" He yelled, the motions of his arms never ceasing.The other patient in the room seemed to be used to their fights by now. Wordlessly, they closed the curtains around their bed. Out of sight, out of mind."Dad! Mom! Are you done embarrassing yourselves?" Travis shouted angrily, successfully bringing Mr. Hardy back to his senses.He released his grip on Mrs. Hardy, but her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted once again.There was a large, red mark on her forehead, its color darker on her flushed face as a result of her fever. There was no doubt that Mr. Hardy had used a lot of force when he slammed her head against the wall earlier."Could you please call the nurse in or press the call button on my bed for
As soon as Larissa left Travis' room and went by the nurses' station, she was stopped by the nurse who'd given her the ice packs earlier."Oh, perfect timing." The nurse beckoned. Confused, Larissa walked over to her."Here!" The nurse handed her a bill. "You can pay downstairs."Larissa looked at the bill in her hands. It was yet another five-thousand-dollar bill."I think you've made a mistake." She smiled at the nurse. "I'm not related to Travis. I think it's better if you have his parents pay for this.""What?" The nurse was evidently surprised. "Aren't you his wife? I heard his parents say he's married, but his wife—" She hesitated, looking embarrassed.Even though the nurse did not say anything else after that, Larissa was well aware that whatever the Hardys had said about her, it couldn't have been flattering."I'm so sorry. You're the only one besides his parents to visit him in the hospital, and you're a woman too, so I just assumed," the nurse apologized awkwardly, blushing
Larissa thought he wanted to discuss something important with her, so she immediately replied, "I'm available."She had to work the night shift at the hotel on Thursday night, but after she got off work on Friday morning, she would have the rest of the day as well as Saturday off to recharge."In that case, would you like to accompany me as my plus one to a banquet that night?" Dylan asked.As if he were afraid that she would refuse him, he added, "I'm new to Covenford, and you're the only female friend I have. Everyone else is bringing plus ones, and it would be very embarrassing for me to show up without one." He even added a pitiful emoji at the end.Larissa hesitated.If Dylan had been an ordinary lawyer, she would have agreed to help him without having second thoughts about it. However, he was Microworks Corporation's second-largest shareholder. This banquet must be no small occasion.She wasn't afraid of the business magnates she was sure would be present as well. She was simply
The window on the passenger's side lowered as soon as she knocked.Larissa bent down to look inside. Unexpectedly, her gaze was met with a pair of dark eyes."Mr. Rogers?" She looked at the man in the driver's seat, surprise filling her voice. "Where's Dylan?"Kevan retracted his gaze and looked straight ahead, leaving nothing but a cold profile in her direction."Something came up suddenly and he wanted me to pick you up." His reply was concise and to the point."Oh." Larissa nodded. Then, she was faced with a difficult decision.She didn't know where exactly she should sit.If she sat in the passenger's seat, Kevan's imposing presence might be too much for her to handle. On the other hand, if she sat at the back, she couldn't help but feel as if she would be treating Kevan as her chauffeur. She was afraid she would end up offending him."What are you waiting for?" Kevan turned to her and narrowed his eyes impatiently. "Do you not want to go anymore?""No! Of course not!" She decided
Vivian reacted quicker than Larissa. She grabbed the latter’s hand and studied her briefly, nodding. "Of course."To Larissa, she said, "Go pick out a few gowns that you like." She waved her hand generously. "The clothes on this floor are all high-end customized designs from major brands over the years. Take your pick.""High-end customized designs" meant that these clothes were haute couture—clothes that represented the pinnacle of fashion design. Many superstars always wore high-end customized gowns with pride—even if they were out of season—to attend major events. And whether or not they wore haute couture, the choice of the brand, when the clothing was released, and the haute couture of a specific season—all became ways for celebrities to compete with each other.Larissa felt that she was dreaming—no, she could not possibly even be dreaming about this.She really wanted to ask, "Can I really pick whatever I want?" but was afraid that the question would expose her lack of exposu
A series of heel clicks could be heard rushing up, revealing the impatience of the newcomer.Soon, a head poked out from the corner where the stairs were."Vivian!"The grating voice caused Kevan’s brow to furrow.Having spent so many years in the entertainment industry, Vivian’s observation skills were as sharp as a tack. The moment she noticed Kevan’s expression shift, she immediately went and blocked the newcomer at the stairs."Karin! Why didn’t you let me know that you were coming?" She grinned.Karin glared at her. "Don’t I often come by without telling you that I am? But this is the first time I’ve been intercepted by your staff downstairs."She still had a nasty countenance, but the insolence and arrogance shown toward the staff before were not displayed in front of Vivian. Only her tone remained unfriendly as she complained.Vivian hugged her arm with affection as she tried to soothe her gently. "Well, that’s because someone booked the third floor! Just wait downstairs