“Quintus, it hurts…”
“I’m here, Nessa,” he said as he soothed her.
I lowered my gaze.
“Quintus, the baby…” Vanessa whimpered.
“Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, everything will be fine,” he reassured her.
His voice held a tenderness I had never heard before. It was gentle, patient, and full of devotion.
“Shouldn’t you check on Giselle? She seemed badly hurt…”
The moment my name was brought up, his tone shifted into one of pure disgust.
“Nessa, why waste your kindness on her?” he scoffed. “She’s the one who made up lies to steal medical resources from you. Such a malicious woman deserves whatever happens to her.”
My mind went blank, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Compared to the wound from the steel rod, Quintus’s words felt like a sharp blade, tearing me apart.
I couldn’t bear to hear any more, so I forced my eyes shut.
Once my condition stabilized, I was transferred to a regular ward. I called the housekeeper, asking her to come take care of me.
The phone rang for a long time, but the other side didn’t pick up.
I hung up, and not long after, the housekeeper entered with a meal box in hand.
When our eyes met, I saw the awkwardness and surprise in her gaze, like she had walked into the wrong room and didn’t know whether to advance or retreat.
I tossed my phone aside and curiously asked, “Lydia, why didn’t you answer the phone?”
She instinctively hid the meal box behind her and stammered, “It was Mr. Ford who asked me to come…”
A quiet laugh escaped my lips, but deep down, I wasn’t surprised.
When the earthquake struck, Quintus had made sure the doctors saved Vanessa first.
Naturally, after the surgery, he could have his housekeeper take care of her first as well.
I cleared my throat and gave Lydia Jones a slight smile. “Since you’re here, why don’t you take me out for a walk?”
Lydia seemed reluctant but didn’t dare protest. She only nodded and wheeled me out of the room.
Eventually, I stopped in front of Vanessa’s room.
