They arrived at the best private hospital in Ahn City. It was equipped with high-end facilities and built specially to serve the rich. The costly service in the hospital was built for the wealthy.
Weston came over with Stella in his arms. The dean himself had come to meet them. The people guarding outside were all Westonâs men, which showed Stellaâs importance to him. Ben led the bodyguards and waited outside, forbidding anyone to go in.
In the emergency room. The door was closed tightly. A group of bodyguards in black waited outside with a solemn look Weston pressed his lips tightly. He stood in front of the door and kept looking at the emergency room in silence. The aura around him was intimidating and unapproachable. No one dared to come up to him.
Weston wanted to go in with Stella, but she was hurt and needed treatment.
Therefore, he waited outside while the doctors took care of her injuries.
Anyone could tell that he was in a bad mood.
Ben could not help but complain about the doctors in his mind. They were a little dense and overly rule â abiding Weston was obviously very worried about Stellaâs safety. They could have just let him in. Was it really a big deal?
His presence might delay the treatment progress slightly, but it was not a big deal. Why should the people waiting outside suffer from Westonâs silent anger?
Ben was more surprised that an egotistical man like Weston was willing to listen to the doctorâs advice.
He actually waited outside obediently. This was new to Ben. It seemed like Stella was really important to Weston.
Sometime later, a sudden noise came from the room. It sounded like a banging noise and things dropping to the floor.
A nurse came out in a hurry and said to Weston, âMrs. Ford isnât in good condition⦠Sheâs very repulsive to others and refuses to let anyone go near her! We canât even treat her wounds, but her wounds need urgent attention.â
These people did not know Stellaâs relationship with Weston. Judging from the way they came in and Westonâs nervousness, they had assumed they were married.
Weston did not correct her, so the nurse continued referring to Stella as Mrs. Ford.
Weston remained silent, but the aura around him turned colder. He furrowed his brow slightly and walked straight Not anyone could enter the intensive care ward. The nurse wanted to stop him. âWaitâ¦â
The moment she spoke, she quickly shut up. She realized that Weston was not someone she could stop. Besides, he had no intention of listening to her and strode in without hesitation.
Meanwhile, in the ward.
Stella cowered motionlessly at the end of the bed. Her hair was messy. She kept her head down and curled into a ball.
When Weston came in, that was the first thing he saw.
She had curled herself into a ball and buried her head deep between her knees. She refused to let anyone look at her and would not look at anyone either.
Whenever someone tried to approach her, she would keep moving backward, as if to avoid something.
If someone tried to touch her forcibly, she would go mad and suddenly rise to attack the person who tried to touch her.
âGo away! Get lost!
âDonât touch meâ¦â
She muttered with blank eyes, âLeave me aloneâ¦â
Weston frowned with a heavy expression. âWhatâs wrong with her?â