Just a month ago, I had been stabbed three times by one of her business rivals—for her and for the company. I spent a week hovering between life and death before barely making it back. Even now, I still had to go to the hospital for weekly dialysis just to stay alive.
Charlotte had always claimed she was trying to find a kidney donor for me, but to this day, there had been no progress.
It’s ridiculous now that I think about it.
It’s not that she couldn’t find a donor—she just didn’t really care to.
I took a cab to the hospital. She’d already scheduled today’s rehabilitation session for me and promised she’d come along.
But apparently, Eric had twisted his ankle this morning.
And without a second thought, she chose to be with him instead.
When I got to the treatment room, the nurse told me that the doctor originally assigned to me had been called away at the last minute. They’d arranged for a trainee doctor to take his place.
I nodded, but a heavy feeling settled in my chest.
Later, I found out that because Eric had twisted his ankle, Charlotte had called away every senior doctor in the hospital to treat him.
“I heard that patient’s name is Eric. Apparently, he’s pretty good-looking,” a nurse whispered.
“Miss Evans even dropped everything at the company just to stay with him,” another replied.
I felt like the biggest fool alive for believing every word she ever said.
The therapy was far more painful than I expected. I could feel the blood seeping out, soaking through the sheets—made it sticky.
I didn’t make a sound. I just clenched my teeth until the session was over. When it finally ended, I slowly released my grip on the edge of the bed. At that moment, my phone rang.
It was Charlotte.
I stared at her name flashing on the screen for a long time before answering.
“Are you done?” she asked. Her tone was emotionless, as if she were asking about something trivial.
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “It’s over.”
She seemed relieved.
“Then rest for a few days before you go back to work.”
Before I could respond, she hung up.
I walked out of the hospital and stood by the road, waiting for a cab. The wind felt sharp and cold against my skin.
When I got home, the light in the entryway was still on. I’d forgotten to turn it off before leaving this morning.