She wanted him to understand the weight of her emotions when she heard he was dead.
In the face of her silence, his anxiety spiked, harder to rein in.
âKarina, please.
Whatâs the diagnosis? Maybe thereâs a mistake somewhere, We can get a second opinion.
Donât worry.
Even if itâs serious, weâll find the best doctors.
â
As he spoke, Barlow pulled her to leave.
Karinaâs facade crumbled as she blurted, âCarlow, Iâve been lying.
Iâm not sick.
â
Halting, he peered at her, his brow furrowed.
âYou were lying to me? You mean, youâre not really sick?â
Karina sniffled, meeting his gaze briefly before averting her eyes.
âDo you want me to be terminally ill?
â she retorted.
He was always such a prankster, but now it was her turn to playfully tease him!
âOf course not.
How could I possibly wish for you to suffer from a terminal illness? I want you to enjoy a long, healthy life, free from any troubles.
But why are you in tears?â Barlow inquired.
Karina, with a gleam in her eyes, quickly devised an excuse.
âI was overwhelmed with joy for Rosalynn after hearing about Selinaâs tragic leap from the building.
â
Deep inside, Barlow understood.
He took her words at face value.
However, a nagging thought prompted him to ask another question.
âThen what brings you to the hospital?â
Why had she come here?
Karina had to think on her feet.
If she admitted to visiting a doctor, he would certainly demand to see her examination report.
And if she couldnât produce the report, his suspicions would surely be aroused.
Butâ¦
âIâm dealing with some issues.
Iâm here for a doctorâs consultation,â
Karina vaguely explained.
If she revealed that she was visiting the gynecology department, he might refrain from delving deeper due to the sensitive nature of the matter.
âWhich issues exactly?â Barlow pressed.