Having her worst fear confirmed, Pamela started to become hysterical. She threw off her blanket and got down from the bed,
despite Greg and Francine stopping her.
“If you two won’t tell me, I’ll go ask the doctor myself!”
Greg tried to get a hold of her, but there was not much he could do while being wheelchair-bound. Thus, he quickly ordered,
“Francine, get your Grandma back here! She cannot find out the truth. The doctor said she’ll have another heart attack if she
gets triggered again!”
Francine quickly chased after her grandmother, who did not even bother to put on her shoes before she ran out of the hospital
ward.
Francine managed to catch up to her. With the help of their servants, they carried Pamela back to the hospital ward, despite the
old woman’s protest.
Corinne’s death had become an irreversible fact, so the only thing they could do was to make sure Pamela did not suffer any ill
effects.
Greg immediately called for a doctor to give Pamela a shot of sedative once she was back in the ward. This way, she would be
too out of it to worry about Corinne.
Back at the surgery room’s waiting area...
Anya tried to comfort Jeremy, but he simply ignored her. He did not even move when she pulled or touched him. It was as if his
soul had left his body.
Even though Anya was happy about Corinne’s death, she could not help but worry that Jeremy might go crazy with grief.
‘Is Corinne that important to him? Come on, they only knew each other for a few months, so why is it so hard for him to come to
terms with her death? After all, there’s plenty of fish in the sea. Take, for example, me! Why doesn’t he like me? Look at me,
Jeremy!’ screamed Anya internally.
She shook his body again. “Jeremy, say something. You’re starting to make me worry...”
Still, she received no response from Jeremy.
Rosie walked over. “Anya, why don’t you let Jeremy be for the time being? In fact, Lucas doesn’t look so good, either. Why don’t
you go comfort him?”
Rosie’s intention could not be any more clear. Since Jeremy was in too much of a shock to listen to anyone, she wanted Anya to
put in a few good words to Lucas about her so he would not hate her so much.
Anya looked up at Rosie. They began a silent exchange of words using their eyes. Rosie hoped Anya would understand her and
go talk to Lucas for her sake. However, to her surprise, what she got in the end was a slap from Anya.
Slap!
This was the second time in the day Rosie was slapped, and it hurt more this time.
She looked at her best friend in total disbelief. “Anya! Why did you slap me?”