After saying that, she proudly pushed open the door to leave, but several nurses couldn't stand by and did nothing.
In the hospital, Livia developed a high fever and there were shadows on her lungs. Her body had no good skin left.
The department heads who had accepted the bribes all made excuses to avoid involvement.
Fortunately, an intern doctor, unaware of the situation, still did his best to treat her.
Mitchel took the wedding dress home, but couldn't find Livia anywhere. It was then that he learned she had gone to the hospital.
Her whole body was wrapped in thick bandages, only her mouth and one arm exposed.
Mitchel furrowed his brows. "What happened to her eyes?"
"Mr. West, Miss Mayer said she doesn't want to see anyone... so she asked us to cover them."
A heavy feeling sank in his chest.
She didn’t want to see anyone including him?
"Idiot! You just listen to whatever she says? As long as we're not married, she's not the future mistress of the West Family!"
How ridiculous.
They had been engaged for so long. It was Mitchel himself who had brought her to this hospital, introducing her as his fiancée and telling the staff to respect her as they would respect him.
But because of Malva, her position had plummeted.
Livia turned her head, pretending not to hear.
Mitchel's face darkened. "When are you going to change those spoiled habits? Even lying in a hospital bed, you still have such a bad temper!"
She remained silent. With her face hidden from view, an inexplicable unease settled in Mitchel’s chest.
"Forget it, I won't argue with a patient."
He sat down, sneaking a glance at her. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t suppress the flicker of guilt.
"Does it hurt?"
She remained silent.
"Livia, do you understand your mistake? Actually, I didn’t want to punish you. It’s just that you shouldn’t have treated Malva as a rival. I only see her as a little sister…"
Livia in the bed stirred slightly, but didn't respond.
A bitter feeling rose in her heart.
She pushed Mitchel's hand away, her hoarse voice catching in her throat. “No need to explain. It doesn’t matter to me anymore."
"No need for what? You’re not the one who’s been burning with fever for a month."