Chapter 422
When She Stops Playing Nice
Chapter 422
Ashley positioned herself a distance away from the entrance.
Cathyâs hands trembled as she swiped her access card, hastening into the hospital. Successfully keeping Mrs. Taylor outside the door, Cathy felt as though she had just dodged a bullet. Mrs. Taylor, blocked by the security system, glared at her menacingly. Cathy breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for her quick escape.
Outside, Mrs. Taylor fumed helplessly. âYou wretched girl! Come out here! Iâll skin you alive!â
Naturally, Cathy couldnât comply. She firmly decided not to venture outside the hospital from that day onward.
âI asked you to fetch me some water. How could you mess that up?â Ashleyâs stern words snapped Cathy back to reality.
âHow did you allow that lunatic to intimidate you? Retrieve my water at once!â
When Cathy refused to comply, it escalated into a lifeâorâdeath situation. She couldnât back down now; stepping outside would mean risking her life at the hands of Mrs. Taylor.
She pulled 20 dollars from her wallet and thrust it into Ashleyâs hand. âTake your money back. You can fetch it yourself.â
Ashleyâs eyes widened. How did Cathy suddenly muster such courage? Did she realize her powerlessness within the confines of Prover Hospital?
Without another word, Cathy turned away and strode off.
Ashley seethed with anger. Clenching her fists and gritting her teeth, she couldnât believe Cathy would dare to play games with her.
As she turned to leave, she was startled to find Mrs. Taylor standing at the entrance. Ashley thumped her chest, her rage boiling over. âWhat are you staring at? Look again, and Iâll gouge your eyes out!â
After that outburst, Ashley thought, âCould this madwoman even comprehend her words?â
Feeling unsettled, Ashley hesitated to step out of the hospital. She decided to make a call, summoning the bodyguard waiting in the garage to escort her safely back to her car.
Ashley reached for her phone and heard Mrs. Taylor say, âMiss Jackson, it seems Cathy is quite scared of you. offend you?â
Did she
âI always knew this wretched woman was trouble. Sheâs only good for stirring up mischief or getting herself into trouble!â Mrs. Taylor spat venomously.
Ashley was puzzled. âAre you out of your mind?â
Mrs. Taylor shook her head. âMiss Jackson, Iâm not crazy. Iâm simply Cathyâs adversary. She killed my son. I want revenge. I want to make her pay!â
âWhy didnât you tell me this before,â Ashley retorted.
Mrs. Taylor was caught off guard. How could she have explained sooner?
âMiss Jackson, I can assist you in dealing with Cathy as long as you help me lure her out!â Mrs. Taylor declared with determination.
Isnât that convenient? Ashley inquired, âWill you remain here the entire time?â
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âYes,â Mrs. Taylorâs eyes glinted with malice. âIâm determined to end that womanâs life. Miss Jackson, please, I implore you, lend me your aid. Iâm just a grieving mother who has lost her son!â
Ashley felt little sympathy for Mrs. Taylorâs tragic plight. âI can assist you, but it will have to wait a few days.â
For the next week or so, she needed to await good news, anticipating word of her pregnancy. She had to focus on nurturing herself at home rather than constantly visiting the hospital, which was rife with germs.
Moreover, it was evident that persuading Cathy to leave Prover Hospital was out of the question, even for a moment. Sheâd have to wait for another opportunity.
âAlright, Miss Jackson. Iâll be at the hospital entrance, not moving an inch!â Mrs. Taylor declared, her excitement evident.
Ashley nodded in response, not overly concerned with Mrs. Taylorâs proclamation. She abandoned any thought of summoning bodyguards and exited Prover Hospital. As she stepped outside, a flicker of worry crossed Ashleyâs mind that Mrs. Taylor might snap and attack her, prompting her to shoot a stern glance in Mrs. Taylorâs direction.
Mrs. Taylor remained composed and didnât make sudden movements, which eased Ashleyâs apprehension.
Nevertheless, Ashley hastened her pace involuntarily.
Upon arriving at Ginaâs apartment after work, Gabriel found her asleep on the couch, her sketches for the engagement ring displayed on the coffee table.
A glance revealed the ingenuity of Quariaâs chief designer in the sketches. However, Gabriel wasnât inclined to admire Ginaâs work leisurely. Recalling the last time he visited Gina, finding her also âasleepâ on the couch and coughing up blood, he couldnât shake the worry. Although she wasnât coughing blood this time, Gabriel couldnât ignore his concern for her wellâbeing. He reached out to touch her forehead, surprised to find it burning hot!
Gabrielâs thoughts raced as he hurried to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a fever patch for Gina. First, he applied it to her forehead, then, concerned she might not sleep well on the couch, he gently lifted her and placed her in bed. Afterward, he hurried to prepare some feverâreducing medication for her.
âGina?â Gabriel whispered, gently rousing her from sleep.
Gina opened her eyes to see Gabrielâs worried expression. âIâ¦â
As
s soon as Gina spoke, she noticed her voice was hoarse.
Gabriel apologized immediately, âIâm sorry, did designing the engagement ring tire you out too much? I underestimated the strain of being the chief. I shouldnât have insisted on having the Quariaâs chief design our wedding ring.â
Gina smiled faintly. It only took me half an hour to sketch the design.â
For her, it was hardly a strain at all.
âHave you been feeling unwell lately?â Gabrielâs concern deepened. Gina was Dr. Genevieve. If she couldnât heal herself, who else in this world could help her?
Moreover, Gabriel was confident Ginaâs condition wasnât just a common cold or fever. She typically took great care of her health and wasnât susceptible to minor illnesses. It had to be related to the virus she had encountered before.
Damn it, he didnât know what virus it was or who was trying to harm her. If he did, he would tear apart the mastermind behind infecting Cina!
Gina drank the feverâreducing medicine Gabriel had prepared. Iâm fine, Gabriel. I know my body well enough. Donât
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worry.â
Gabrielâs expression turned serious, his eyes welling up. âIâ¦â
He choked up suddenly, unable to continue.
Gina was surprised. âWhatâs wrong? Why do you look like youâre about to cry?â
âI⦠I canât help but feel guilty, unable to share your burden,â Gabriel took a deep breath, feeling immense pity and guilt for Gina.
He hadnât protected her well enough, allowing someone to inject her with an unknown virus.
âHow can you blame yourself for this?â Gina embraced Gabriel. âYou donât need to blame yourself. Your task now is to take care of me, okay?â
Gina teased.
âOf course!â Gabriel calmed down. âAre you hungry?â
âIâm a bit hungry, but I donât feel like going out for a big meal right now. Just something light would be fine,â Gina said, uncomfortable but willing to endure. However, she felt like moving only a little.
âIâll whip you up some chowder,â Gabriel declared as he stood up.