When Arwen saw Gianna grumbling, she asked, "Did something happen?"
But Gianna just shook her head. "Nothing happened. I am not telling you, so don't ask me," she snapped, making Arwen instinctively twitch a little at her harsh tone. It was clear that Gianna was angry about something, but she wouldn't tell her.
"Fine, I am not asking about that. Tell me, what did the doctor say? Am I getting discharged?"
Gianna nodded, still grumbling under her breath. "They said you can get discharged tomorrow but I will ask them to make it today instead. Do you have Dr. Clark's number?"
Arwen frowned. "No, I don't. Why do you ask for his number anyway?"
"Of course, to call him. Why else?" Gianna spoke irritably before adding, "You have been under his observation, so we need his approval before getting you discharged, it seems. I thought to give him the call and check with him."
"It's fine, Anna. It's just a matter of a day. I can leave tomorrow. Dr. Clark will be coming later anyway. Once he is here, we can ask him about it," Arwen said, not seeing any problem in that. But Gianna seemed restlessly adamant.
"Nope. You can't stay here any longer. You will be getting discharged with or without Dr. Clark's permission." Saying that, Gianna didn't give her any time to respond and walked out of the room again.
Just after she left, a nurse entered the room. Her gaze met Arwen's, and Arwen felt she saw something in the nurse's eyes. She didn't mention it, but the nurse came forward to speak on her own.
"No wonder you got awkward when boyfriend was mentioned the other day. He doesn't deserve you. You are such a sweet and beautiful girl; you will definitely find someone better," the nurse said, and Arwen raised her brows in confusion.
In the past few days, she has grown close to the nurses and doctors here, but she had never discussed anything about Ryan. "Sorry, Sister Ambrosina, but what happened? Why are you suddenly mentioning my boyfriend?"
"Oh, I just saw him downstairs. Although he looked handsome, you can't trust men just by their looks. Your boyfriend should be devoted to you. If he has some other woman by his side, then he is no good." The nurse's words made Arwen's gaze dart to the door from where Gianna had left earlier.
Her anger made sense now. Without anyone's telling, Arwen could guess what might have happened. Knowing Gianna's personality, it wasn't hard to figure out.
"Sister, Gianna —my friend has left in a hurry. Can you take me to her?" Arwen asked, and the nurse nodded after some hesitation.
"Okay, I will get you the wheelchair." Sister Ambrosina said, and from the corner of the room, she wheeled the chair over before helping Arwen into it.
They went down but couldn't find Gianna. They checked the doctor's office, but neither the doctor nor Gianna was there.
"It seems like Anna has gone out for something. Sorry for troubling you, Sister," Arwen said, with a polite smile but the nurse shook her head.
"It's fine. I will take you back." Saying that, she was about to wheel Arwen back towards the elevator when someone called the nurse.
When Arwen turned to look, she saw a hospital staff member running towards them. "Sister Ambrosina, the patient you have been looking after has suddenly gone into a critical condition. The doctor is asking for you."
"How come? He was fine earlier." Sister Ambrosina's voice was full of concern, and Arwen turned over her shoulder to look back at her.
Tapping the nurse's hands, Arwen spoke, "You can go first. I will get back on my own."
Since the situation seemed serious, the nurse nodded before hurrying back with the staff member. Arwen stayed, watching her leave then turned to wheel herself to the elevator. But just then, she heard a familiar voice call out.
"Arwen, you are here too?"
It was Delyth, who had just come out and noticed Arwen there.
Arwen recognized her voice and turned around to see her. "Delyth!" She looked around, not seeing Ryan, she asked, "Gianna said that you weren't well and had come to hospital for a check-up. How are you feeling now?"
Delyth smiled and spoke coyly, "Oh, you are worried for me. Arwen, you know how Ryan is. Even if I sneeze, he will turn the world upside down for me. It was something like that. A few days ago, I sprained my ankle in an accident, and Ryan rushed all the way to help me, leaving one of his very important meetings. I didn't know it before but later, I felt guilty."
Arwen looked at her. An ankle sprain? Of course, she looked all unharmed from the accident.
"But you know Ryan has always been like that. If he cares about someone, he would abandon everything for them." To an outsider, Delyth's words might not seem out of place, but Arwen knew she was just rubbing the salt in her wounded heart. "Arwen, you don't blame me, right?"
Arwen smiled and shook her head. Her attitude was so nonchalant that it made Delyth grit her teeth. "You are Ryan's friend. Of course, he would care for you. How could I mind that?"
Not able to hide her true feelings for long, Delyth's real expression soon surfaced. Scoffing arrogantly, she said, "Arwen, you know better than anyone else who I am to Ryan. Don't rub your engagement in my face because it's not worth it; rather it's embarrassing."
Arwen remained calm. "Even if it's embarrassing, it's something you can't change, Delyth. And you know that better than anyone else." She turned again and pressed the button for the elevator.
Delyth's fingers clenched tight, unable to bear Arwen's composed attitude. If only the accident had been successful, Arwen wouldn't be alive to pull that face today. It was her mistake; she should have ordered her death, not just tried to scare her off.
But it wasn't late. A cruel glint crossed Delyth's gaze, and before Arwen could understand or register anything, she felt her wheelchair being pushed, sending her crashing to the floor.
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Arwen hadn't expected Delyth to be so vicious. Her pupils dilated as she tried to grab onto something to keep herself from falling, but there was nothing around. "Ah–" she screamed in fear, while bracing herself for the pain that would be coming next.
But just in time, a hand reached out and caught her. Arwen sighed in relief, closing her eyes, and taking in a deep breath. The fall had been so close that, even though she didn't hit the floor, her heart felt the dread of the potential pain.
"Are you fine?" A concerned voice asked, and Arwen looked up to find Dr. Clark, worry etched on his brows.
Arwen nodded to him. "I am fine. Thank you, Dr. Clark," she said as the doctor helped her back into the chair. Once she was settled, he turned to Delyth, his gaze cold and piercing.
"Could you tell me what you were trying to do, miss?" His voice was even colder than his eyes, making Delyth flinch.
Swallowing her fear visibly, she looked at him before darting her eyes towards Arwen. Her brows furrowed in faux concern as she apologetically explained, "I–I am really sorry, Arwen. I didn't mean to push you. You were struggling, so I just wanted to help you. You believe me, right?"
Arwen didn't respond but her gaze didn't hide the condemnation. She might not know Delyth very well, but she surely knows that the woman was not as innocent and sweet as she always pretends to be.
"A help that's unasked doesn't benefit anyone. At your age, shouldn't you know this already, miss?" Jason didn't know who the woman was but he had clearly seen her deliberately trying to harm Arwen.
Delyth felt cornered. She just wanted to teach Arwen a lesson; she didn't expect someone to appear and save her. "I truly didn't mean to harm. Arwen is my friend —why would I deliberately do that to her?" Jason looked handsome, and Delyth didn't want him to misunderstand her.
"That's for you to figure out if you don't know." Jason replied without much interest and then turned back to Arwen. "Shouldn't you be resting, Ms. Quinn?"
"I was a little bored in the room, so I asked Sister Ambrosina to get me downstairs. She had an emergency suddenly, so I was just getting back on my own," Arwen explained.
Jason nodded and then walked around to hold her wheelchair. "It's fine. I will take you back then. I had come for you anyway." Luckily, he was there. Otherwise, he didn't know what kind of disaster might have occurred if something had happened to her.
Arwen smiled and then nodded gently. They both ignored Delyth as if she weren't even there. Delyth felt embarrassed. She turned to leave as well, but then she caught sight of Ryan coming out of the doctor's office.
Instead of turning away, she rushed towards Arwen, grabbing onto her arms. Arwen had barely looked up to ask what was wrong, but before she could even utter a syllable, Delyth fell backward on her own.
While Arwen frowned, not understanding what she was up to, Jason rolled his eyes at her act. He neither stepped forward to help the woman, nor he cared to figure out her plan. He just stood behind Arwen, waiting to wheel her inside the elevator.
Delyth had expected Ryan to see Arwen push her, which he did, but she hadn't expected Jason to ignore her completely. So, she fell hard on the butt, wincing in pain.
Ryan immediately came forward to help her, noting Arwen's presence as well. "Delyth, are you fine?" he asked but his gaze darted to Arwen, glaring as if she were to blame.
Arwen was about to defend herself, but before she could Delyth spoke in a tone that made her appear frail and feeble. "Ryan, it's not Arwen's fault. Don't blame her. I just wanted to explain to her but she was in a hurry, I guess. She didn't mean to do it to me."
But her words only served to enrage Ryan further. Looking at Arwen, he said, "Arwen! How could you be so vicious? Delyth is already weak and in hospital, yet you are trying to harm her?"
Arwen couldn't believe what she was hearing. Really? After not seeing her for half a month since the accident, this was what he had to say? Blaming her for something she hadn't done?
"Ryan, can you see it clearly?" she huffed, no longer able to take his unfounded accusations. "I know you care for her, but could you not be blind for once? How am I to be blamed for this?"
Ryan was taken aback for a moment. Arwen had never spoken to him like this before. "If not you, then who? I saw you push her. Do you want to lie and say you didn't?"
Arwen's gaze turned sharp as she repeated his accusation. "I pushed her? Do you really think I am capable of pushing her so hard, Ryan? Can't you see my condition?"
Ryan had noted her sitting in the wheelchair. He wanted to ask her about it, but after what he believed he had seen, he couldn't just let it go.
"Your condition has nothing to do with Delyth. Don't blame her for it. She was in the accident too and had suffered injuries. Unlike you, her injuries are-internal. Can you understand her pain? She —" Before he could say more, Jason had enough of the absurd show.
Interrupting him, Jason said, "Ms. Quinn meant that she is not in the position to push anyone. She is sitting in a wheelchair. She doesn't have strength to push someone, especially not with enough force to knock them over. How is that hard to understand?"
Ryan frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
Jason didn't want to respond but, to make things clear, he said, "I am her doctor. I have been treating her since the accident I know her condition, which is why I am telling you it's impossible for Ms. Quinn to push someone with such force."
Ryan's brows furrowed and he looked down at Delyth, who was still weak in his arms. "Delyth, what's happening?"
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