The doctor explained that Livia’s condition was much more serious than Malva’s. "The patient’s fever is almost 40°C. If we don’t inject now, it could cause brain damage!"
But Mitchel didn’t care. "She’s faking it. She’s always pretended to be sick before just to get my attention! Now, I order you to treat Malva first!"
He yanked Livia off the bed and picked Malva up, placing her on the bed instead.
"Now, treat Malva immediately!"
Livia was thrown onto the floor, her head hitting the edge of the bed with a heavy thud. Just then, the ship swayed and she was sent rolling into the corner of the room.
Photos and oil paintings hanging on the wall crashed down on her and she let out a faint groan, but no one paid her any attention.
Luckily, the captain quickly turned the ship around and an ambulance arrived at the port.
However, when the stretcher carrying Livia was about to be taken, Mitchel stopped them. "Send Malva first!"
The doctors dared not disobey him, especially since this hospital was owned by the West Family.
When it was Livia’s turn, the doctors discovered she had lost consciousness. Her body was covered in wounds and there were signs she had almost suffocated.
They forcibly pried open her mouth, quickly extracting the blood from her oral cavity, then administered the fever-reducing medication.
Using tweezers, they carefully removed the shards of glass embedded in her body, piece by piece.
By morning, she was wheeled out of the emergency room and sent to the inpatient center.
Mitchel stayed by Malva’s side, sleepless through the night. When he saw Livia’s body wrapped in white gauze, a sense of confusion lingered in his heart.
"It’s just a fever. How could it lead to encephalitis? Why is her body all wrapped up like a mummy?”
He glared at the doctor. “What are you doctors even doing? What’s the point of the West Family supporting you all?"
Malva, weak and exhausted, lay on Mitchel’s chest. "Calm down, they all know Livia and whatever she asks them to do, they have to listen. They didn't have a choice..."
Mitchel snorted coldly in anger. "Is this place run by the West Family or the Mayer Family? She’s too full of herself. Does she really think I won’t call off the engagement?"