During the time Zane was treating me coldly, I went to the hospital to visit his mother.
I handled everything myself, not delegating any tasks to others.
The new nursemaid kept praising me:
"Mrs. Bryar, your daughter is so filial, coming to take care of you every few days. You are truly blessed."
"This is my daughter-in-law." Mrs. Bryar looked at me with a loving smile.
My expression froze, and I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say.
I knew she was confused due to her illness and couldn't remember anything.
"Aurora, why didn't Zane come with you?"
I said, "Zane is very busy with work."
Mrs. Bryar was puzzled. "Isn't Zane supposed to be studying? Why is he working?"
I made up an excuse casually.
She was easy to placate and didn't press further.
But when I was massaging her, she asked again, "Aurora, where did your Uncle Bryar go? Why hasn't he come to take me home yet?"
I heard the sadness in her voice.
I forced back my tears and comforted her gently, "Uncle Bryar... will come to take you home in a few days."
"You're lying to me!"
Mrs. Bryar suddenly turned around, her expression turning fierce. "He's dead! He's not coming back!"
I froze in place. Mrs. Bryar picked up the fruit basket and threw it at my head with all her strength.
Did she remember?!
My heart was pounding.
She suddenly screamed, "Get out! You're the daughter of a murderer! Get out!"
My feet felt as heavy as lead; it was difficult to lift them.
I stood there, bowing my head, willing to bear all of her anger.
Soon, doctors and nurses flooded into the room.
They separated us.
Seeing Mrs. Bryar, after receiving a sedative, lying safely in her bed.
I left like a walking corpse.
"Miss Silverton, wait."
Walking to the corner, I heard a gentle male voice behind me.
Realizing he was calling me, I stopped and turned around.
I saw a young doctor standing in the hallway.
He was wearing a white coat.
He was tall.
And was wearing a mask.
He had a cool and composed air.
"Miss Silverton." He approached me, noticing the blood on my forehead and frowning slightly. "Let me take you to get bandaged up."
I remembered that many medical staff had come to the ward, but he was the only one who noticed my injury.
My gaze slowly cleared, and I began to feel the intense pain on my scalp.
It seemed that the pain was what helped clear my mind.
I shook my head weakly, saying no.
He seemed to have a professional compulsion, leading me to neurosurgery without accepting refusal.
"Why didn't you know to dodge?"
He asked me softly while helping me.
I rarely showed my emotions in front of strangers. Perhaps the stitching was too painful, and I couldn't help choking back a sob.
"I can't."
There's already someone in my family hiding, someone the police can't find.
I can't be heartless and follow suit in avoiding everything.
After finishing the bandaging, the doctor removed his gloves and patiently told me: "You're just standing there foolishly, getting hurt."
He took off his mask: "Perhaps you can tell me, and I'll help you find a solution."
I widened my eyes, and my tears overflowed once again.
I realized that he was the same man who had helped me deal with my wounds and diffuse a tense situation at work several months ago.
This was the second time he had kindly helped me.
My lips moved, wanting to say something.
It was then that I noticed the gaze from outside the window.
—Zane.
"Aurora, come with me."
Zane entered menacingly, tightly grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards the exit of the clinic.
"Zane, don't treat her like this," the doctor said sternly.
"Edric, when did you start liking to meddle?" Zane's temper flared up.
For a moment, the atmosphere was tense and the air thick.
I didn't want to cause Dr. Aldrich any trouble.
I spoke to break the silence:
"Zane, I'll go with you."
Zane raised an eyebrow, keeping hold of my arm as we left Dr. Aldrich's office.
I looked back at Dr. Aldrich.
Zane caught this sensitively.
He smirked indifferently.
"What? Have you set your sights on Edric?"
Even though he no longer loved me, he still interfered with whether I liked someone else.
Even if it wasn't the case.
I didn't want to explain.
My silence infuriated him.
He pressed hard on my newly stitched wound, laughing coldly.
"Aurora, even if you fancy him, what does it matter? Who would like a secretary who is other man's bedmate?"
I clenched my lips, remaining silent despite the pain.
He dragged me into the car as if he had lost his mind.
He lifted me roughly, flipping me over, and proceeded aggressively.
"Zane, don't touch me, I beg you, not here—"
My whole body was shaking, and my voice was hoarse from crying.
Zane regained some clarity and threw me into the backseat.
