Arianne didn’t reply. How could Mark Tremont possibly trust her? He’s never trusted her...
Mary’s heart ached at the sight of her looking like this, however, she was powerless too.
That night, at Arianne’s insistence, Mary went home to rest. There was no need to stay with her at the hospital, she’d simply caught a cold and could take care of herself. At most, she would have to stay in the hospital for one day under observation. She would be discharged the very next day.
She couldn’t seem to fall asleep, probably because she had too much sleep in the day. She shut her eyes and lay on the hospital bed, a myriad of thoughts plaguing her mind.
“What are you doing?!” someone outside the ward cried out all of a sudden.
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