The Woman From Hell

He reached out to grasp my hands and said softly," You still have me. Don't worry, I'm only going there to get used to the environment. I won’t be busy with work, so I can accompany you every day and visit my cousin sister. We'll only be there for one or two months max."

“Other than that..." He paused for a moment before he continued. "I know that your friend is helping you with your sickness, but he is your friend after all. He may be weighed down by his personal feelings and judgment. Hence, I've contacted a good doctor over there to help you out."

He said that carefully as he watched my expression.

I was surprised. I had thought he had no idea about that, but it turned out that he knew what was going o n. I could not deny it, so I could only nod to agree. I held his hands and rubbed his palm lightly. "I'll listen t o you, but before I leave, I need to say goodbye to them."

Although Cecilia had made it clear she would not leave with me, I still needed to make arrangements for her since she was still in the hospital. I had also called Jerome all this way back, and I could not just leave the city silently.

"Our flight is at five in the afternoon. It's still early now, so let me accompany you to the hospital." He stood up and went upstairs once he finished his sentence.

I asked Miss Woods to heat up the remaining lasagna and went upstairs to get my things before leaving for the hospital.

Theo drove, and we arrived at the hospital very quickly. As soon as we got out of the car, he received a work call and signaled for me to go upstairs first. He would stay by the car for the call in the meanwhile.

I brought the lunch box and the walnuts I had picked out to Cecilia's ward.

Cecilia, who was lying down on the bed looking bored, got excited when she saw me. She asked pitifully," Wanda, the hospital is so boring, can you help me get discharged? I'll go home and recuperate instead."

"I’ll ask the doctor about that later. You should have your meal first. These fruits are from our hometown, and I made the lasagna. I'll go send the other two lunch boxes and come back here."

"Two sets? One set is for Mason, but who's the other person at this hospital?" Cecilia looked at me suspiciously.

"Tyler," I replied helplessly.

"Is being hospitalized becoming a trend nowadays? Why is he here?" Cecilia looked doubtful.

I cradled my forehead as I knew I could not explain this matter within a short amount of time. "He was beaten up by Theo. I'll tell you the details later.”

"Karma! The wicked will be punished by wickedness i n turn.” Cecilia felt good after hearing about that. She happily ate her lasagna.

I left the ward without saying anything more. As I was about to go upstairs, I ran into Zedd and Cindy.

Zedd looked as dissatisfied as usual, and he also turned his nose up as he usually did when he saw me.

It was Cindy who surprised me. She just looked at me faintly, without her usual hateful expression. She looked different from the outside, but when I looked closely I could see that her eyes were shining brightly.

Overall, the encounter felt very weird.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Not thinking too much about it, I handed the lunch box over to Zedd. "President Nichols, please pass this t o Dr. Lynch.”

"You made this? Who knows if you've added poison into it?” Zedd never made himself sound friendly.

I did not bother to entertain him and just told him," Theo made breakfast for him.”

I stepped into the elevator after I passed the lunch box to him.

From afar, I saw the caregiver walk out of Tyler's ward, looking pale.

"What happened?” I went up to her and asked. She was the best caregiver I could find, and there should not have been any mistakes.

"Miss Lane, I was about to give you a call. I’m afraid I may not be able to take care of your brother anymore. I'll refund you the money." She looked awkward and took out her phone, wanting to give me back my money.

I reached out to stop the caregiver, thinking that Tyler had probably been giving her a hard time. "You don’t have to refund me the money, you may just leave. I'll contact other people."

"Miss Lane, I am sorry." The caregiver lowered her head, and I could tell she felt embarrassed.

"It’s okay, I understand his temper. Please don’t mind him." I then stepped into the ward.

"I’m telling you to get lost, are you deaf?" Tyler’s impatient and cold voice could be heard from the room.

"You're injured now. Can't you calm your temper down?" I frowned and picked up the breakfast box that Tyler had thrown to the floor. His tantrum had caused the porridge to spill all over the floor.