章節 17: Fake concern?

When Dylan arrived at the ward, he saw Ava standing by the cupboard, rummaging through it. His concern flared instantly, and he rushed to her side.

"Why are you out of the bed? You need to rest." He held her arm to take her to the bed.

Ava yanked her arm away, her glare sharp and unyielding. "I don't need your fake concern."

The word "fake" hit him hard. A scowl twisted across his face. "Do you think I am faking concern for you?"

He had brought her to the hospital, stayed beside her, and even punished that bastard brutally. But she didn't appreciate him.

"You fainted back there. Remember?" Dylan's frustration deepened as he spoke. "If I hadn't been there, you'd still be lying on that cold floor. Shouldn't you be thanking me?"