Lila was still unaware of the news of Hamish and Elisa’s divorce. Her hand was still in a cast, though the other injuries had recovered, and in a few days, she would be completely healed. She lay in bed for a while, then looked up at Mrs. Gordon. “Bring the wheelchair over. I want to go see Elisa.”
“Miss Morris, are you going now?”
“After all these years of knowing each other, it’s only right to show some concern.”
Lila showing concern for anyone, especially Elisa, was out of the question. Her only intention was to witness Elisa’s misery firsthand.
Mrs. Gordon was now very displeased with Lila. This woman seemed gentle on the surface, but in reality, she was cunning and malicious. Elisa was far better than her in every aspect.
These thoughts remained unspoken. Lila asked Mrs. Gordon to bring the wheelchair, and without a second thought, she pushed it over. Lila didn’t need anyone to help her; she got up and sat in the wheelchair by herself.
The ICU was in another building. Lila had a pallid complexion, looking somewhat sickly, without the need for pretense, appearing very fragile.
Looking at the building, Lila muttered to herself about what she should say later to gain Hamish’s favor. After all, ever since she manipulated Elisa into a miscarriage, Hamish had been cold towards her for several months.
If it weren’t for the “life-saving grace,” Hamish probably would have cut ties with her long ago.
Lila didn’t know which ward Elisa was in. After finding out the room number at the nurse’s station, she had Mrs. Gordon push her over.
Seeing Hamish, she almost didn’t recognize him. The man who had been so spirited just twenty days ago now looked emaciated, his hair a bit overgrown due to neglect, exuding an air of desolation.
Lila’s heart skipped a beat, feeling both pity and resentment towards Hamish for his current state, all because of Elisa.
“Hamish…”
Hamish turned to look at the door and, upon seeing Lila, furrowed his brow slightly. “Why are you here?”
“I came to see you,” Lila paused, then shifted her gaze to Elisa in the bed, “to see how Elisa is doing. She got injured because of me, so it’s only right for me to visit her.”
Seeing Hamish’s silence, Lila cautiously asked, “How is she? Is she okay?”
Hamish stiffly replied, “She’s fine.”
Fine? Suppressing her inner sarcasm, Lila looked at Elisa, who lay in the bed with various medical devices attached, now appearing like a vegetable.
“Hamish, you don’t look too well. Why don’t you rest for a few days, and I’ll have Mrs. Gordon take care of Elisa.”
There was nothing to fault in Lila’s words; viewed from any angle, they were considerate. In the past, he might have been moved, but now, considering the acts she had previously staged, Hamish’s dark eyes deepened.
“Let Mrs. Gordon take care of her, but what about you?”
“I’m fine and can take care of myself.”
“If you can take care of yourself, why are you in a wheelchair? Your legs aren’t injured, are they?”
Hamish’s question caught Lila off guard. Since when had Hamish become so sharp-tongued with her?
Feeling wronged, her eyes reddened. “The doctor said I have severe hypoglycemia. I get dizzy after a few steps…”
Lila had hoped to elicit some sympathy from Hamish. Previously, whenever she teared up, Hamish would come to comfort her. But this time, she waited for a long while and received no words of comfort.
Now, whenever Hamish saw her cry, he became annoyed and said in a displeased tone, “If you get dizzy, go back and lie down. Don’t come out if there’s nothing wrong.”