“This is a load of bullsh*t.” Victor gets off the bed, laughing hysterically. He puts his hands on his hips and turns to Erin. “Don’t tell me you actually believe him.”
Erin purses his lips and bows his head. “I mean ... it makes sense.”
Victor throws his hands up in disbelief and shakes his head.
Erin leans forward and turns his body toward Victor as much as he can without pain flaring up his leg. “What if he’s right?”
“How can any of this be right?” Victor responds coldly. “Stella’s practically an angel, she’s been nothing but nice to you since you arrived. You should’ve seen how worried she’s been for you the past five days.”
Ben scoffs and crosses his arms. “Yeah, worried that he’d actually recover.”