Female NovelLizetta darted to the side, her eyes fixed on the disheveled figure of Stella, sprawling on the ground and wailing in distress. She frowned deeply, questioning her own judgment.
She couldn't help but suspect the worst in people, wondering if Stella was merely putting on a show. After all, it seemed implausible that someone who had harbored such malice towards her would suddenly become her selfless savior.
The person who had fallen alongside Stella struggled to get up, but the pursuers were quickly closing in. She watched as Stella, in her disarray, kept apologizing profusely.
"I'm so sorry, so sorry! I didn't think it would lead to someone getting hurt. If I had known, I wouldn't have chased after them. Miss, are you alright? Oh dear, that looks like a burn!" Lizetta gasped in surprise, "Zora? Is that you?"
It was Zora, the caretaker of Thaddeus. Upon seeing Lizetta, Zora paused for a moment, then hurriedly approached, saying, "Ma'am, what are you doing here? You see, it's like this..." Before Zora could finish, the person on the ground scrambled to their feet and attempted to flee. Zora, taken aback, dashed forward and grabbed the person, shouting angrily. "You've hurt someone and you're trying to run away?! Hand over the recorder!"
"Let me go! Back off, how dare you, a mere caretaker, lay your hands on me? I don't know anything about a recorder!"
The caught woman struggled, her hat and wig falling to the ground, revealing her bruised face. Only then did Lizetta recognize her as Daisylin.
Remembering Zora's mention of a recorder, Lizetta had a hunch about what was happening. Yet, this might indicate that Stella wasn't staging the incident.
"Ms. West, please get up, I'll take you to the ER to have a look."Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Lizetta's expression softened as she bent down to help Stella, while the nurse at the reception desk, noticing the commotion, rushed over to assist in getting Stella back on her feet. Stella's clothes were still steaming from the spill, her face pale. She leaned weakly against the nurse, looking at Lizetta.
"Liz, are you okay?"
Lizetta felt a mix of emotions. Though she had managed to dodge, if Stella hadn't stepped in, who knows what might have happened. Setting her feelings aside, Lizetta reassured Stella. "I'm fine, you better go with the nurse and get that looked at....."
Suddenly, another voice joined in.
"Stella? What happened here? How did you end up like this?"
Lizetta turned to see Hanna approaching quickly, concern written all over her face. She hurried up the steps, taking one of Stella's arms.
"Auntie, it's just a burn, nothing serious. I'm just glad Liz and her baby are okay..."
Stella's voice was weak, sweat beading on her forehead before she fainted into Hanna's arms. Hanna, shocked, quickly called for a nurse.
A wheelchair was brought over, and
Stella was rushed to a hospital room. Hanna glared at Lizetta, her brows furrowed in anger. "What's this all about? Did you spill hot soup on Stella?"
Hanna's accusatory tone was nothing new to Lizetta. Considering the incident involved Daisylin and Zora, and Stella's injury was indeed related to her, she patiently explained the situation and added, "I'll bring my mom later to apologize and thank Ms. West."
Hanna's gaze shifted to Daisylin, who was still firmly held by Zora. Daisylin looked a mess, her clothes in disarray and stained with soup. With her wig off, showing burnt patches on her scalp and her hair in disheveled tufts, not to mention her bruised face, she was a sight of utter defeat.
Hanna's face twisted in disgust as she asked, "How did you end up like this?"
Daisylin, far from embarrassed, immediately began to sob and reached out to Hanna for help.