His face turned to panic as he rushed to clean up the spilled soup and check my hand. "Oh my God, look what happens if I leave you for a second. We’re going to the hospital."
"It’s just a minor burn," I protested, trying to downplay the situation.
Lewis ignored me completely. Before I knew it, he had scooped me up and carried me to the car.
As if fate were mocking me, we ran into Katrina in the hospital corridor. She was hopping down the hall on one foot, clearly struggling with a sprained ankle.
Lewis, who had been so attentive moments ago, immediately shifted his focus to her. He frowned, his worry etched into every line of his face.
“What happened?” he asked, rushing over to support her.
Katrina smiled sweetly, her gaze only focusing on Lewis. "It’s just a sprain. And you?"
My hands curled into fists since she acted as if Lewis was alone there. So, I said mockingly, “We’re here to visit the obstetrician.”
The change in Katrina’s face was instantaneous, but Lewis stiffened, his expression freezing. He turned to me with wide eyes, clearly caught off guard.