Otherwise, it was ignorance.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I nudged my chin toward the person behind him.
He turned his head. Alison, her pale little face puffed up in anger, spun around and ran off.
Without hesitation, Blake quickly chased after her.
Soon, the sounds of a woman sobbing drifted from the living room.
Blake patiently coaxed her in a gentle voice.
"Alison, don’t cry. Your body is still weak; if you make yourself sick from crying, my heart will ache..."
"Alright, alright, I promise you, I’ll never enter her room alone again, okay? You little jealous thing!"
The nurse finished changing my dressing, cast me a sympathetic glance and quietly left the room.
Whenever Alison threw tantrums, he would spare no effort to coax her.
Yet when it came to wrongfully accusing me, he showed no hesitation in hurting me, forcing a confession without even giving me a chance to explain.
How unfair.
Then again, I had long since gotten used to it.
That night, Alison seemed intent on flaunting her victory.
Even with earplugs in, her passionate moaning and gasping sounds still reached my ears.
The next morning, the house was silent except for me.