Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 39

After the doctor examined Mrs. Hardy, he found that other than her fever, there was nothing else wrong with her. So, he arranged for her to receive an intravenous drip on a bed in the ward. He also prescribed a few boxes of cold and cough medication

for her.

When Larissa returned from the pharmacy, Mrs. Hardy was still unconscious.

The nurse told her to remove the wet clothes from the woman’s body to prevent her condition from exacerbating. Larissa felt a wave of repulsion from the bottom of her

heart.

She tried to call Travis, but his phone was still turned off. Then, she tried to contact Andrew, but he was unreachable despite her multiple attempts. She even suspected that Andrew had already blocked her number.

As for Mr. Hardy–she never even saved his number in the first place.

Helplessly, Larissa slipped a hundred dollar note to the nurse tending to the next bed and had her change Mrs. Hardy’s clothes for her.

fluids ordered by the doctor had been administered for almost two hours now. Consequently, Larissa had

hours as well.

when the nurse came by

violently, completely disregarding the needle still stuck on her arm. She

of the neighboring bed. It shook violently before the thermos on the table fell and was smashed to bits. Not

ward was immediately sent into disarray. The patient from the neighboring bed

nurse walked in, surveyed the situation,

who’d been scalded earlier informed the new nurse, “Please call in more people to clean up this mess, oh, and the patient from bed 2’s needle is dislodged. Could you please help her deal with

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from bed 2 was none

her gaze as soon as she heard the nurse’s words. The needle that had previously been on the back of her right palm was indeed dislodged. Bright red blood was trickling through the

on the back of her hand bulged, and the speed of the blood flowing out of her wound increased

was just about to help her tamp the bleeding when Mrs. Hardy ducked

away.

me!” she

pursed her lips in disgust and left after leaving a cotton

wound

squeezed the cotton ball in her palms. Before she could make a move, Mrs. Hardy started to climb out of the bed.