"Put me down. I can walk on my own."
"You're barefoot and your foot is injured. How exactly do you plan on walking?"
Morgan Joyce lowered his gaze to the girl in his arms. Not only did he not stop, but he quickened his pace.
She was burning up, her face flushed a sickly red from the fever.
Hannah Hale felt terrible and had no energy left to speak, so she simply let him carry her into the hospital lobby.
In the emergency room corridor, a familiar voice reached her ears. Hannah turned, and her eyes suddenly fell upon the figures of Nathan Redgrave and another girl.
"Be more careful next time. It's a good thing the burn wasn't serious, or it would've definitely left a scar."
Nathan Redgrave held the girl by the arm, his expression filled with what looked like worry.
Hannah's fingers, clutching Morgan Joyce's collar, tightened. 'So this is why he abandoned me on the side of the road. For her.'
'If he already has someone he cares about, then why did he marry me?'
