I Left, and He Came Begging

When I woke up again, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled the air and I opened my eyes to the hospital’s white walls.

Garren was holding my hand tightly, worry almost spilling from his eyes. “I’m sorry, Linnea. My phone was damaged in the accident and I had to follow the road for a long time to find a place to fix the car. When I came back… I saw you had already fallen on the road. I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone in the car.”

He lowered his head, his face full of remorse and regret. On the surface, he looked just like the caring, sincere man from before. But not a single word was true.

A sharp pain spread from my heart throughout my body, as if a blunt knife had been plunged into my chest, making it impossible to breathe.

I suddenly remembered the scene of him and Fenella in the car and nausea surged up. I quickly pulled my hand away.

Garren glanced at my empty hand, stunned and looked at me in confusion.

“I’m hungry.” I didn’t look at him, speaking with a calm, detached tone.

Garren thought I was just being moody and didn’t ask further. He immediately left the room to buy some food.

To me, his current appearance seemed utterly fake. I didn’t even want to glance at him.

Not long after he left, footsteps echoed outside the hospital room. The person walked in slowly, a smile on her face.

“Miss Wirm, you’re really lucky. Being hit by a jeep and yet only suffering minor injuries,” Fenella said, blinking and showing a strange smile.

A chill ran through me and I understood immediately.

I propped myself up, forcing myself to sit despite the pain and gritted my teeth. “How do you know… it was a jeep that hit me?”

Fenella suddenly smiled, her cruel eyes stabbing me like icy needles, her voice deliberately low. “What do you think, Miss Wirm? Of course… it’s because I arranged that car. Too bad, they didn’t complete the job,”

She deliberately leaned close to me and yanked open her collar, revealing a cluster of suggestive marks across her collarbone. “Not only that… why don’t you guess why your husband didn’t come to save you in time?”

Seeing Fenella’s triumphant smile, an uncontrollable fury ignited in my chest, burning so fiercely. I could hardly bear it.

I clenched my teeth, about to speak. Suddenly, Fenella let out a sharp scream, stumbling back and falling to the floor.

Garren appeared almost instantly, pushing me roughly aside and shielding Fenella tightly behind him.

My still-healing wound hit the wall again, splitting open and bleeding afresh.

“Linnea, what are you doing?” Garren shouted angrily, completely unaware that my back was already soaked in blood.

Fenella curled in on herself, casting a fearful, trembling glance at me. Biting her lip lightly, her voice quivered, revealing fragility and helplessness, tears welling in her eyes.

“I… I just heard Miss Wirm got into an accident and wanted to check on her, but she suddenly slapped me,” she said.

I stared at her in disbelief, letting a cold smile curl on my lips. “You hired someone to hit me yourself and now you have the nerve to twist it around and accuse me!”

“Shut up!”

Garren carefully helped Fenella to her feet, his expression turning completely cold. “Who arranged the person who hit you? You know that yourself!”

Then he slammed a stack of photos onto me, sending another wave of indescribable pain through me.

“I investigated. It was you who hired the person to hit yourself! All this painstaking scheming, this self-inflicted act… just because you’re jealous of Fenella and want to get my attention, right?”

I widened my eyes and scanned through the photos, my face pale as I tried to defend myself. “I didn’t! It was Fenella, she…”

“Enough. Look at yourself now—you’re acting like a lunatic.” Garren cut me off coldly, his voice like ice.

After that, he left the hospital room with Fenella, without so much as glancing back at me.

I stood there stunned for a long time. It felt like something was blocking my heart and yet not a single tear could fall from my eyes.