Chapter 1125:

A smile tugged at her lips, soft and lingering, as if she could still feel the warmth of his presence.

But the lightness shattered with the sudden, sharp click of high heels in the hallway.

Her gaze snapped to the door, and just like that, her expression turned to ice. Shelly.

“Yvonne, I heard you were sick,” Shelly cooed as she sauntered in, her tone sticky-sweet with a sharp edge.

Yvonne’s instinct was to ignore her, but the implication in her tone made her pause. “Who told you that?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Shelly replied airily, waving a hand. “I came to visit you. Aren’t you happy to see me?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Her gaze swept the room like a queen inspecting a rival’s court. “You’re sick, and Norton isn’t here? That’s odd, isn’t it?”

sweet and theatrical—Yvonne felt a ripple of disgust stir in her chest. Masking it

herself again, plastering on a sugary smile that didn’t reach her gaze. “Oh, I’m only worried about you,

out a cold, brittle laugh. Worried about her? Hardly. Shelly was

lying in the hospital bed, pale and dressed in a shapeless gown. “We women ought to keep up appearances, you know. It’s important not to let ourselves go.” Her gaze swept disdainfully over the hospital attire, a subtle sneer playing at her

Yvonne’s smile turned razor-sharp. “I suggest you focus on yourself.

pointedly ignoring Shelly’s

try to be kind and you throw it in my face!” She flounced out of the ward, hips

new on

retreating silhouette and couldn’t suppress a small, knowing smirk. Shelly’s concern had all the sincerity of a snake

outside the room, Shelly rounded the corner—and collided directly

Showtime. With a blink, she summoned tears like a seasoned

flicking to the door she’d just

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