The doctor came to check on her. There were no major issues and she could leave in a few days.
[You can't compete with me.] Sydney sent a message, followed by a series of photos. They were of Ernest comforting Sydney, with a few pictures of Sydney applying an ice pack to her slightly red skin.
"Okay, he's yours." Ivana calmly replied with few words. The other side continued typing for a long time but did not reply.
The plans to go abroad were nearly finished. Ivana opened her phone's social media platforms and gallery. She deleted all the love-related posts with Ernest, then removed every contact, even his email.
She heard that Ernest had booked an entire floor for half a month just because Sydney fell during the fire and scraped her knees and hands.
On the seventh day after being discharged, Ivana completed the discharge procedures and Ernest was hurriedly carrying breakfast upstairs. She glanced at his back coldly, then turned around and left without saying a word.
Ernest felt a sudden, strong beat in his heart, as though he had forgotten something.