hapter 2
I got a napkin to wrap my thigh with. While bearing the pain, I drove myself to the hospital.
At the hospital, the doctor reminded me not to get my wound wet and avoid any strenuous activity.
My phone buzzed. Hansel had called.
I answered the call and was immediately greeted with anger. He ordered me, “I don’t care where you are right now. Head to the therapy room and apologize to Giselle! She’s in shock because of you!”
I followed his instructions and walked to the door of the therapy room, but the hospital director stopped me. He sounded
concerned.
“Ms. Colby, looking at your current state, I recommend hospitalization. Once the visa is approved, we will fly abroad to get you treated. Your depression has started to manifest with physical symptoms.”
I wanted to agree with him, but I somehow could not utter a word. I gaped.
The door to the therapy room was suddenly flung open. Hansel’s irritated voice filled the room.
“Who’s going to receive treatment abroad? I’m certainly not leaving! Melissa Colby, how dare you make decisions for me? And why are you still here? Come with me to apologize to Giselle!”
With that, he dragged me away violently. I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I landed right next to Giselle’s foot.
My wound that had just been bandaged started oozing blood. Compared to the physical wound, my feelings hurt even more.
I couldn’t help but recall how Hansel used to defend me against others in the past. He promised me that I’d never have to apologize to anyone with him around.
But now, he was forcing me to apologize to the perpetrator. With my head hung low, I pressed a hand on my chest as I gasped for
air.
