May the Flames of Hell Engulf You

I never planned on going to the hospital. No matter how many checkups I had, the results would always be the same. If there was no cure, then there was no cure. There was no need to keep going through the motions.

But I didn't expect to fall asleep on the way back. I wouldn't wake up no matter how much the driver called out to me. It scared him half to death. He broke out in a cold sweat and rushed me to the hospital.

By the time I woke up, it was already the next afternoon.

The driver's face was as pale as a sheet, and he was trembling as he looked at me.

I figured he must have already found out. To reassure him, I said, "It's okay. I'll talk to Brandon about it."

The driver hesitated as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just sighed. His eyes were red-rimmed as he looked at me.

After all, he had watched me grow up. Seeing me like this must have made him feel awful.

Not long after, Brandon called me. His tone was evasive as he asked where I was.

I paused for a moment when a sudden sneaky thought crossed my mind. I told him, "I'm at the hospital."

I wanted to see if, after all this time, hearing that I was sick would still make him lose sleep at night.

But reality proved that I was overthinking it.

As soon as I spoke, I heard Lexie's voice over the phone. "Brandon, my chest feels so tight. I was having heart palpitations just now."

"What's going on? Don't move. I'll take you to the hospital right away!"

Then, without another word, Brandon hastily muttered that something had come up and hung up on me. He probably hadn't even heard what I said.

As I listened to the dial tone, I suddenly felt like crying.

A moment later, though, I let out a quiet laugh.

I wanted to go home, but the doctor insisted I stay another day.

After dinner, I found the hospital room stuffy and went outside for a stroll. I didn't expect to run into Brandon and Lexie.

They had just come out of the obstetrics department, looking overjoyed.

Lexie was cradling her stomach with one hand, her face glowing with happiness. Brandon was watching over her carefully, his gaze full of affection so tender it was enviable.

They walked straight toward me, yet they didn't notice me until they were right in front of me.

"Daniella!"

Brandon looked startled and instinctively shielded the woman beside him. "What are you doing here?"

Then, stumbling over his words, he explained, "There's nothing going on between me and Lexie. I just came with her for a checkup. She wasn't feeling well. You know how it is. She's all alone here, with no family or friends…"

I looked at him steadily. He felt like a stranger to me now. I almost wanted to laugh.

"Yeah, I got it," I replied softly. "A friend of mine is sick. I came to visit her."

Brandon relaxed at that, stepping forward. "Then, let's go home?"

Lexie frowned and called out to him in a low voice, "Mr. Foster—"

Before she could say anything else, I cut her off. "It's fine. The driver's waiting for me downstairs. You should take Ms. Gilmore home first."

After all, she was pregnant. That was something to celebrate. Without me around, they could enjoy the moment properly.

Lexie hesitated, looking somewhat surprised. She seemed like she wanted to say something.

Brandon frowned. "Daniella! Don't throw a tantrum. Lexie really isn't feeling well."

I was at a loss for words. I turned to say something to him, but I no longer had the energy.

In the end, I only gave a slight nod. "I'm not throwing a tantrum."

He studied me for a moment as if checking whether I suspected anything. Once he was sure I didn't, he let out a breath and left with Lexie.

I watched them go.

Brandon never looked back. Lexie, on the other hand—the one who had always tried to provoke me—glanced over her shoulder with an unexpected hint of concern in her eyes.