Daisie’s fists clenched so tight her nails bit into her palms. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, every breath catching in her throat.
‘So this is what he really thinks of me,’ she realized.
What else was there to say?
The proof was in the security footage, yet he wouldn’t even bother to look.
He only believed the fragile little angel crying in his arms.
At that moment, Kendra reached out gently toward Daisie’s exposed hand resting on the blanket.
“Daisie, it’s all my fault. Please don’t be upset anymore, alright—”
“Get away from me!” Daisie snapped, jerking her hand back.
“Ah!” Kendra gasped in fright, stumbling backward on purpose. Her elbow struck the insulated bottle on the bedside table, knocking it over.
The thermos hit the floor with a crash, and boiling water splashed in every direction.
“Kendra!” Willard’s expression changed instantly. Without a thought, he lunged forward, shielding Kendra with his back.
“Ugh!” he grunted as the scalding liquid hit his back, his face tightening in pain.
“Willard! Are you alright?” Kendra cried, clutching his arm in panic.
“I’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth. Ignoring the burn, he looked down to check her anxiously. “What about you? Did you get burned?”
“I… I think my ankle hurts a little…” she whimpered pitifully, lifting her foot ever so slightly.
Willard turned sharply toward the door and shouted, “Doctor! Doctor! Somebody get in here now!”
He didn’t even spare a single glance at the hospital bed behind him.
Daisie, who had been sitting closest to the table, hadn’t even had time to react. The boiling water had splashed directly onto her.
A sharp, searing pain spread across her skin, making her body tremble uncontrollably.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
Her sudden movement had violently torn at the surgical wound on her abdomen.
She could feel the warmth of her own blood gushing from the reopened incision, soaking through her hospital gown and the sheets beneath her.
The agony was unbearable. She curled in on herself, cold sweat breaking across her forehead, her lips drained of color.
Soon, several doctors and nurses rushed into the room.
“Mr. Grantham! Ms. Spender!”
“Hurry! Check her ankle! No scars, you hear me? Use the best medication you’ve got!”
Willard’s voice was urgent, his attention fixed entirely on Kendra despite the stinging pain in his own back.
With that, the medical staff swarmed around Kendra.
No one noticed Daisie.