Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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Ophelia pushed open the door to the hospital room, instantly drawing everyone's attention. However, when they saw it was just a young nurse, their gazes quickly shifted away. "Get out!" Kenneth shouted with his eyes still closed.

Mark frowned and thought, "The nurse looks somewhat familiar

Kenneth was about to lose his temper, but as he opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of innocent, doe-like eyes.

Ophelia pushed a cart to the bedside, positioning it right in front of Patrick. "Didn't you hear? Everyone out. The patient needs rest."

Patrick clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Kenneth, you better rest up. Wouldn't want to end up like your short-lived mother..."

Ophelia stumbled, and the syringe in her hand slipped as if it had a mind of its own, stabbing right into Patrick's only good leg. The room was immediately filled with his screams. "Oh no! I'm so sorry. It slipped." Ophelia blinked her wide, innocent eyes and quickly pulled the syringe out.

"Do you have a death wish?" Patrick attempted to stand up from his wheelchair to teach Ophelia a lesson, but his balance wavered, and he almost fell over halfway up.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry..." Ophelia kept apologizing, then casually kicked his wheelchair aside. Patrick collapsed onto the floor like an overturned turtle, flailing helplessly. "Throw him out," Kenneth ordered without even opening his eyes.

Several of the senior staff rushed to lift Patrick, but before Patrick could say another word, the bodyguards had already dragged him out of the room. His voice still echoed in the hallway, filled with anger, "Kenneth, you bastard. You better stay alive..." Ophelia wanted nothing more than to rush out there and tear his mouth off. She thought, 'That syringe should've gone straight into the middle of him.'

She clenched her fists tightly, her petite frame standing rigid, her shoulders rising and falling with anger like a furious beast. "Hey, little rebel. What, going through your rebellious phase? Come here." Kenneth beckoned her with a hoarse voice. Ophelia turned around and saw how weak he looked, her heart tightening as if gripped by a hand. Beneath her mask, she bit down hard on her lip, her eyes clouding over with mist.

time, felt his throat tighten. He didn't know what to

her mask, revealing her reddened nose, her nose

here. Let me hold you," Kenneth weakly

Ophelia

wasn't sure where he was injured, so she didn't dare to hold him

Sinclair, aren't we just acting? Why are you getting so

the bodyguards to stand at least 30 feet away from the door.

his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips.

are you hurt? You look pale

injured during this time. How many

dressed like this?" Kenneth,

tell me, I'll check for myself." Ophelia frowned. Without waiting for a response, she lifted the blanket, checked his legs, and then covered them back up. She wondered, 'Where exactly is the injury?' Her

deep breath and grabbed her

Ophelia

Kenneth sat up, pulled her into

"Kenneth...you...you're not... You

giving her no chance to escape, "Darling,

resist. She really had no idea why she had come

voice deep and soothing. "I'll be staying in the hospital for a few more days. Let those old hands in the corporation enjoy their

She knew she was still in the hospital, but her whole body/ felt like