I was about to respond when loud voices interrupted us.

I turned and saw a fight breaking out at a nearby restaurant. Someone shouted and suddenly flipped an entire table.

I stepped back to avoid the chaos, but Adele, who had followed me, grabbed my arm and shoved me forward.

My eyes widened as I watched a pot of boiling soup come flying straight at me.

Her voice rang in my ears like a curse as she said, “You never should’ve married Sebastian. I successfully killed your sister five years ago. So, there's no way I can't do the same thing to you.”

But in all the noise and confusion, no one else heard her.

Agonizing pain ripped through my body. Before I blacked out, the last thing I saw was Sebastian holding Adele tightly in his arms.

Polly's POV

When I woke up again, the first thing I saw was the blinding white ceiling. The moment I shifted even slightly, pain pierced through every inch of my body.

Looking down at my arm wrapped tightly in bandages, I had a good guess at just how bad my injuries were.

The door creaked open, and I turned my head to see Sebastian walking in.

The moment I saw his figure, I immediately looked away. But he sat down beside me and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“The situation was chaotic. I didn’t have time to look after you,” he said.

When I didn’t respond, he went on, trying to explain, “That whole ‘maid’ label on your contact—that wasn’t me. Must’ve been Christian messing around with my phone. You don’t need to take it so seriously. He’s just a kid.”

Then he added with a faint hint of blame, “Besides, Adele has a big race coming up. I couldn’t risk her getting seriously hurt. It’s not like you have anything important going on. Besides, being in the hospital gives you a break, doesn’t it?”

He opened his mouth to say more, but a nurse walked in before he could continue. “Who’s Sebastian Trivett? The burn cream you requested is ready. You can pick it up from the pharmacy.”

Sebastian immediately stood up. “Adele’s hand got a little splashed. I’ll go check on her. You stay here and rest.”

And just like that, he was gone.

The door clicked shut behind him, and my heart clenched painfully.

I grabbed my phone, struggling to keep the shake out of my voice as I made the call. “I’m at City Hospital, Room 3512. Come pick me up.”

Third Person's POV