Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 42

As soon as Larissa left Travis‘ room and went by the nurses‘ station, she was stopped by the nurse who’d given her the ice packs earlier.

“Oh, perfect timing.”

The nurse beckoned. Confused, Larissa walked over to her.

“Here!” The nurse handed her a bill. “You can pay downstairs.”

Larissa looked at the bill in her hands. It was yet another five–thousand–dollar bill.

“I think you’ve made a mistake.” She smiled at the nurse. “I’m not related to Travis. I think it’s better if you have his parents pay for this.”

“What?” The nurse was evidently surprised. “Aren’t you his wife? I heard his parents say he’s married, but his wife-” She hesitated, looking embarrassed.

Even though the nurse did not say anything else after that, Larissa was well aware that whatever the Hardys had said about her, it couldn’t have been flattering.

only one besides his parents to visit him in the hospital, and you’re a woman too, so I just assumed,” the nurse apologized awkwardly, blushing as she placed the bill

She prepared herself to voice the question she’d been harboring in

ward, Larissa supposed there was a problem with his spine. And problems related to the spine–they sounded serious enough to

once. It was always just his parents. They took care of him, and, speaking of his parents, they look like good, honest people–they really do, but their tempers are simply unbelievable! They would start fighting in the ward, almost never for good reason, and they even got physical a

have any other available

what the nurse said next. Her attention was entirely focused on the phrase

why Mrs. Hardy had been so adamant about getting her to the hospital.

His life was

reaction to Amber, Larissa guessed that Amber was either the reason why Travis had been in an accident, or she’d completely ignored Travis after the

had come looking for her because she had hoped that Larissa would be responsible for Travis for the

like they’d really

Mr. Hardy finished smoking and returned to the

gone.

ice pack on her forehead had slipped down

“Where’s Larissa? Where did

hurriedly.

the bed, motionless, his lifeless eyes staring