“Okay, thank you.” Rosa smiled.
Harvey looked at Abigail just then. “We will be leaving today.”
“Safe travels,” Abigail replied.
Harvey pursed his lips. “I thought you’d say the next part too.” Abigail was actually puzzled. “The next part? What is it?”
“…Don’t ever come back,” Harvey finished.
Abigail was actually left stumped for a moment, and chuckled in amusement when she realized what he was talking about. “Do you think everyone is as childish as you are?”
“Me? Childish? How so?” Harvey protested, standing at her side and giving her a nudge with his elbow.
Abigail simply sidestepped and pulled away, while telling Rosa, “You’re recovering well, so there’s nothing to worry about-don’t burden yourself over it.”
After all, people tend to get paranoid after heart surgeries, convinced that their hearts are now fragile and that they could die at any moment.
However, the truth is that the human heart is the strongest and most resilient of human organs-it never stops beating the instant formed in the fetus.
Harvey pursed his lips just then. “Why are you running? I’m not going to hurt you.”
Abigail pretended not to hear him since she did not want to argue. “You may be discharged now.”
With that, she turned and left Rosa’s ward, while Harvey quickly told Rosa, “She’s a friend. I’m going to say goodbye.”
Rosa nodded.
She could tell from the way Harvey tried to get closer to Abigail that he liked Abigail, and could not help sighing as he left.
“Hey, could you not be so cold?” Harvey asked Abigail as he followed her out of Abigail’s ward.
“I still have work to do. Don’t bother me,” she said, never pausing in her tracks.
“Is your heart made of stone? Are you even human?” he huffed, but Abigail pretended not to hear him.
“Stop,” Harvey called out, chasing her down and catching her by the wrist. “Why are you being so cold to me?”
Abigail did not like him touching her, and shook him off firmly-the recoil sent herself stumbling backward.
Moreover, her health has deteriorated since she had not been sleeping or eating well over the last few days, and she almost lost her balance, but Harvey caught her in time.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick?” he asked in concern.
“No,” Abigail growled, pulling her hand out of his grasp.
Harvey was skeptical. “You are. Do you even see how pale you are?”
Abigail looked up at him just then. “Is it that bad?”
“Why don’t you look in a mirror?” Harvey growled grumpily.
Abigail firmly rubbed her cheeks right then, attempting to make her complexion look better.
However, all she did was fool herself, while Harvey felt sympathy as he watched, and he snorted. “What is your boyfriend doing? Doesn’t he care about what’s happening to you? Also, you could just stay home since he’s so rich. Working out here like this, and such a difficult job at that… Wait, is he so petty that he’s refusing to support you?
Harvey had no idea what happened, since Melville Hospital had deliberately covered up Yvaine’s death,
even more so in the case of other patients and their families in the hospital. After all, the administration was worried that they would get restless over the incident.
In fact, only the higher ranked personnel could discuss it-any average personnel would be slapped with a warning if they did.
Abigail looked up at Harvey then, which gave him the creeps.
“W-What’s that look for?” he stammered.
Abigail, however, said solemnly, “Come after me if you’re unhappy with me. Don’t keep involving him.”
Harvey was left at a loss for words, and almost breathed an expletive right then. “Why are you still defending him when you’re like this? Are you really telling me not to talk about him, even now?”
“Yes, I am,” Abigail replied seriously. “Now get your mother discharged. It’ll soon be noon, and you’d have to wait if the staff leave for lunch.”
With that, she strode off, but Harvey worriedly followed her, holding her up supportively. “Look, you need some rest. I’m fine with waiting.”
Abigail simply pulled her hand out from his again. “No, you don’t have to. All you do is trouble me-if you’re really grateful that I saved your mother, stay away from me.”
Her words were sharp and wounding, and Harvey was certainly not invincible-he had his dignity too. ” Well, since you’ve put it that way, I’m despicable if I keep bugging you, right?”
With that, he turned around to find a couple walking toward them, and the woman was mocking them the instant she spoke!
“Tut, tut… Are you arguing, or actually flirting?”
Abigail’s brow furrowed when she heard that voice, and she turned around.
Abigail turned around to find Whitney Cox and Chad Ross, with two bodyguards escorting them.
However, Harvey was already in a foul mood, and Whitney’s mocking only irked him further.
“Mind your own business,” he snapped in retort.
Whitney’s face fell right then. “Watch your mouth!”
“I could say the same to you,” Harvey fired back-he was just feeling very frustrated and had no place to vent, and naturally aimed his crosshairs on Whitney since she was clearly trying to mess with them.
“What…” Whitney stammered.
She had been feeling frustrated after falling for Abigail’s trap, especially since Chad became utterly disenchanted with her after learning that she had deliberately caused her own miscarriage.
Now, he offered her no leeway or freedom, and kept two bodyguards with her wherever she went, essentially keeping her under house arrest as well.
He also told her that she would regain her freedom after she got pregnant and delivered the child, and would not allow her to do anything before that-let alone help her..
It was only evident how much she had hurt him by aborting their child.
Naturally, without her freedom and unable to do anything against Abigail or Diarmuid, Whitney was not going to be nice now that she saw Abigail.
And yet, her attempt to throw shade at Abigail was foiled, and she was left seething.
Glaring at Harvey, she snapped, “Look who’s talking-you’re just a lapdog, a bootlicker!”
Harvey chuckled coolly. “At least I’m not licking your boots.”
Whitney’s hands clenched into fists, just as Chad spoke.
However, he was just reminding her, “You’re here for a checkup, not a fight.”
Nowadays, he was a lot less docile and obedient toward Whitney.
Cowed-even a little scared-she turned quiet.
“Let’s go,” Chad said. “It’s time for your appointment.”
“Could we not come here again?” Whitney asked-she hated this place.
Chad refused straightaway. “No. I’ll keep tabs on your health until you deliver the baby.”
Whitney was fuming, but pursed her lips, afraid to argue or even let it show on her face.
As she left, she leveled glare of spite at Abigail-the thought that Abigail was the reason she lost her freedom and was used by Chad as if she was just a breeding tool left her seething.
“You did this. Just you wait.”
Abigail simply ignored her-Whitney’s contempt for her was nothing new.
With that, Chad left with Whitney, while Abigail went back to work, leaving Harvey standing.
He watched as Abigail left, and heaved a deep sigh.
Despondent, he returned to his mother’s ward to get her discharged.
Stephen did not give Abigail much work to do for the door so that she could rest.
However, she was too restless to stop, and start to read the notes Stephen gave her-it was certainly useful, what with the preclinical experiences he gathered along with the mysterious symptoms he encountered over the years.
Bzzt-
Her phone suddenly started to ring.
Diarmuid?
She quickly checked, and felt a little disappointed when she saw that it was her mother.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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