Elisa, who had been injected with a sedative, now seemed unconscious. Her arms and neck were covered in self-inflicted bloodstains, her hair disheveled, resembling a madwoman.
The nurse disinfected and medicated her, afraid that she would feel pain, and coaxed her, “Does it hurt a lot?”
Elisa’s fingertips trembled, and the nurse thought she had hurt her and blew on the medicine while applying it. “It won’t hurt for long. Don’t hurt yourself again.”
For Elisa, this pain was nothing compared to the miscarriage she had suffered from falling down the stairs and listening to Hamish insult her. It was so slight, almost negligible.
Elisa saw pity in the eyes of these nurses, and she felt miserable herself. She had been repeatedly dragged into the mire by the person she loved the most, half her life plunged into hell, yet Hamish always felt it wasn’t enough torment.
There was a nerve in her brain that was constantly taut, causing her heart to ache with every beat. She began to feel confused and had the urge to self-harm, as if only the pain from the outside world could suppress it.
Hattie received the news of Elisa waking up while she was in a consultation. After prescribing medication, she glanced at her phone’s text message. A group that usually received few messages suddenly showed 99+ notifications.
She clicked into the group and the messages jumped to the top, causing her to freeze with just one glance.
“The woman in Room 54 is so pitiful. She just had a miscarriage and was provoked by her own husband with the other woman.”
“The scream I just heard came from that hospital room?”
“Yes, it was terrifying to witness. Her neck and hands were covered in scratches.”
“I know why she looks so familiar. Isn’t she Elisa, the princess of the Powell family? How did she end up like this?”
“The princess of the Powell family? Wasn’t the Powell family bankrupt just two months ago?”
“Yes, let me show you her previous photos. She was so beautiful, and there are videos too.”
Photos and videos were sent, showing a woman in an extravagant red dress, with long hair pinned up and a confident smile on her face. Elisa’s eyes were the most captivating in the photos, exceptionally bright, unlike the dull and lifeless appearance she had now. Comparing the photos, one would believe they were of two different people. How could a person change so much in such a short time?
“But I read online that Elisa stole someone else’s fiancé. Technically, she was the third party, right?”
“The things online are often true and false. Besides, if that Burns Group CEO loved that woman so much, why didn’t he divorce Elisa? What’s the difference between him and a scumbag who keeps two women? He’s eating from both bowls.”
“These rich people are all messed up in the head. I think the princess of the Powell family probably got these injuries from playing around. I heard these wealthy people have some peculiar tastes.”
“I was in the hospital room today, and that scumbag nearly drove me crazy. He did nothing but make cold remarks about Elisa pretending. If I were Elisa, I would have hit him with a hammer. That woman next to him is no good either, a complete bitch. She’s unharmed from head to toe, jumping around in the arms of a man, and she said Elisa wanted to kill her!”
“I was there at the scene. Elisa collapsed on the ground like a limp noodle, her hands covered in blood. How could she have killed anyone?”
“The most disgusting thing is the way her husband looks at her, as if he’s already convinced she’s a murderer. Elisa is also pitiful, having such a husband. Why can’t these men see through the eyes of a whore?”
Hattie scrolled down, her browsing speed was fast, and she quickly went through the entire incident. Her expression darkened, and she gripped her phone and slammed it on the desk with a loud “thud.”
The sudden loud noise startled everyone else in the room, and they looked at her in surprise.
Hattie quickly composed herself, although her gaze towards everyone was still cold.
“Dr. Mason, are you okay?” a nurse mustered up the courage to ask cautiously.
“It’s nothing.” Hattie put her phone in her white coat and headed towards Elisa’s room. As she left, the remaining nurses looked at each other in confusion.
“Dr. Mason seemed angry just now, right?”
“I think so.”
Hattie’s temperament was such that she seemed indifferent to everyone, more disinterested than cold. She was a typical workaholic.
Her emotions rarely showed on her face; hardly anyone had seen her angry or laughing. She was as plain as still water.