Steven looked at me innocently as he said, âStephie⦠my hand hurts.â
He had cleverly had the nurse stick the IV drip needle into his lessâinjured hand, then told me that his hand hurt.
This meant that I would have to wait on him. I even had to help him undo his pants when he went to the bathroom.
Suddenly, I understood what Michael meant when he commented on Stevenâs exceptional acting skills.
Stevenâs eyes turned redârimmed as he said, âStephie⦠youâre my wife.â
âStop it!â I exclaimed, trying to harden my resolve. He had only gotten injured because he saved me, after all. The doctor wouldnât let him get out of bed, so I had no choice but to take care of him.
I grabbed the overnight toiletries the nurse had brought for me. With a blush on my face, I pulled the privacy curtain closed and reached out. âDo it yourself,â I said.
âBut my hand hurtsâ¦â
I gritted my teeth at that. âSteven Lincoln, donât push things too far.â
Steven merely looked up at me innocently.
I was fuming with anger as I helped him with his pants..
Soon, I heard him say, âStephie, I donât need to pee anymore.â
I really wanted to kill him now.
âStephie, youâre so intimidating. Look what youâve done! Iâm swelling up from fear now.â
I was rendered speechless for a moment.
âSteven Lincoln!â I exclaimed.
I ended up lecturing Steven and pinching his ear as punishment for ten minutes straight. Eventually, he reluctantly admitted that he was in the wrong.
scoffed and started to feed him soup while sitting on the edge of the bed. âHere, have more. Itâll help you recover faster.â
âStephie⦠Steven started. I had no idea what he was thinking at that moment. Suddenly, he spotted an unexpected visitor in his ward.
It was Michael. He was hanging around us like a vengeful spirit.
Stevenâs face instantly darkened at the sight of him. He had forgotten that Michael was staying in the ward right next door. They both had physical injuries, after all.
âStephie⦠it hurts.â Steven choked up and pulled up his shirt to show me his wound. âLook, Stephie. It took seven stitches to close up my wound.â
I wanted to stop him from whining, so I reluctantly got up from my seat and approached him slowly.
For some reason, his hand no longer seemed to hurt anymore at this moment. He went ahead and pressed my head against his and kissed me.
I knew he had ulterior motives right from the start.
Michael stiffened at the door. His gaze darkened as he glared at Steven.
Stevenâs gaze turned weightier and darker. It was obvious that he was challenging Michael with his eyes.
Sensing that someone was behind me, I quickly straightened up and turned to see Michael. He was sporting bruises all over his face.
âStephieâ¦â Michael called out my name.
I regarded him with a frown. âMr. Ford, youâve recovered rather quickly. How are you already able to walk around?â
Michael had pretty severe injuries, yet he was still already out of bed. So why couldnât Steven, who only had external wounds, do the same?
Michael seemed a bit nervous as he asked, âCan we talk?â
âNo,â I refused straight away.
However, Michael was persistent. He knew me quite well after all these years. He knew that threats worked best on me.
âSorry, Stephany. But your grandmotherâs condition has turned critical. She has been સામ િપત transferred to the emergency room. I couldnât reach you by phone, but I heard that you were here,â he said.
I was taken aback to hear that.
Michael was talking about Grandma Rosie.
I had been worried that she would find out that I wasnât really Stephany, so I didnât have the guts to visit her at the hospital in the past.
âGrandma Rosieâ¦â I trailed off, feeling remorseful. Grandma Rosie wasnât getting any younger, after all. Even though I was still occupying Stephanyâs body, I still needed to go.
see her.