Chapter 4: A Pair of Scumbags
Chapter 4: A Pair of Scumbags
"Gwenda..."
Unwilling to hear more from Martin, Gwenda pressed on the call button beside the bed and said to the
nurse, "Hello, there are two strangers in my ward. Could you please send them away? They are
disrupting my rest!"
Not long after, the nurse came in and said, "This is a hospital ward! Please leave immediately!" driving
them out effectively.
...
As they left, hatred flashed through Gwenda's eyes as she sneered in thought.
"What a shameless pair!"
Looking at the closed ward door, Gretchen began to sob.
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Feeling bad for her, Martin reached out to bring her into his arms. "Alright now, you don't have to take
her words to heart."
"Martin..." Gretchen called out softly to him with tears rolling about in her eyes. She looked so pitiful.
...
...
Moved by this sight, Martin felt hot all over with his throat going dry. "Did she hurt you?"
"No, but my sister, she..."
"Don't worry about her. Since the cat's out of the bag, just let her be. I'll talk to her in a few days."
"I didn't mean to hurt her..." Gretchen sobbed miserably.
...
"It's not your fault."
Martin soothed her gently, "Alright, stop crying. I'll take you home first. Okay?"
Gretchen sniffed. "Okay."
"C'mon." Martin had an arm around her as they walked toward the lift.
But at this time, a man passing by suddenly bumped into Martin.
Martin stumbled, grabbing his shoulder while looking back at the person who bumped into him. "You..."
The man stopped, and his dark eyes swept across Martin's face with disinterest. Though there was no
outward reaction on his mien, it was nerve-wracking enough.
Looking at him, Martin realised that he was not someone he could mess with. Not wanting to cause
trouble, Martin looked away and led Gretchen to the lift.
He could feel the eyes of the man on him. It was only after the lift doors closed that he let out a huff of
annoyance.
"Boss, these b*stards are way too much."
Otto, who had seen the whole thing, ranted with disdain. "Especially that woman. She stole her sister's
fiancé but still had the guts to say that it wasn't intentional? I'm going to throw up."
"They're just a pair of scumbags." Olivier snorted dismissively.
...
"Then, do you still want to head in, Boss? I think the young lady in there must be in a bad mood right
now."
"In a bad mood?" Olivier thought with a faint smile as he cocked an eyebrow.
"Wait outside." He instructed before turning toward the ward and entering.
...
Otto deadpanned at Olivier as he thought to himself, "She's in a bad mood. Are you sure that she won't
kick you out?"
...
After those two left, the ward fell silent.
Gwenda slowly regained her composure as her fury ebbed away. She hugged her knees, feeling
drained before dropping her head into them and squeezing her eyes shut.
Right after that, the door opened once more, but Gwenda heard nothing.
...
She only realised that someone was in the ward with her when she felt a warm presence near her. That
person radiated a sense of calm, causing her head to snap up quickly. A handsome face came into
view.
Olivier?
"You..."
Gwenda paused for a moment, surprise flashing briefly through her eyes before her vision moved up to
the large hand that had landed on her head.
"I thought you were crying."