Edwin rubbed his temples, looking impatient. “Stop making a scene at the hospital! I’ll take you home.”
He stood, shrugging off his white coat.
I ignored him and turned toward the door. The moment I pulled it open, I ran straight into someone standing outside.
It was Nancy.
She was holding a steaming bowl of soup and smiling sweetly. “Ms. Robertson, I made this for you.”
I glanced at it—shrimp and crab floated in the broth. My admission papers clearly stated I was allergic to seafood.
Losing my baby apparently hadn’t been enough—she seemed so eager on killing me.
I said nothing to that and walk past her. All of the sudden, Nancy stumbled sideways and spilled the scalding soup all over me.
She let out a sharp “Oh no!” and looked as though she might cry.
Before I could react, Edwin—still half out of his coat—rushed to her side. He took her hands in his.
“How could you be so careless?” he asked.
Sniffling, Nancy murmured, “I just thought Ms. Robertson needed something nourishing after the miscarriage, but she seemed not liking it and—”
Her gaze flicked toward the steaming mess on the floor and she stopped mid-sentence.
Edwin’s glared at me and clenched his jaw. “Sammy! You’re unbelievable.”