Chapter 901

Hanna was seething. As far as she was concerned, everything Rowan had been

through was Anastasia's fault.

The night Rowan showed up at her clinic, covered in blood, Hanna nearly fainted

from the shock. There was a nasty gash running down his face—so deep she

could see the flesh beneath. His stomach, arms, and legs were all drenched in

blood.

Rowan had refused to go to the hospital. He was barely hanging on.

Hanna spent the entire night patching him up, not leaving his side for two days

and nights until he finally woke up.

"Hanna," Rowan warned quietly, "this doesn't concern you. Leave."

She shot him a cold look. "You'd be dead if it weren't for me. So yeah, it does

concern me." Turning to Anastasia, Hanna's tone was even frostier. "Please leave.

You're not welcome here."

Anastasia could tell right away that Hanna cared for Rowan. That would explain

the chilly reception.

Standing up, Anastasia bowed deeply to Rowan. "I'm sorry. Thank you."

What more could she say? A sorry, a thank you—there was nothing else left.

She bit her lip, then added softly, "Take care of yourself."

With that, she turned and walked away.

Rowan's eyes darkened, but he didn't try to stop her.

Hanna saw everything, her heart tight with frustration and a bite of injustice on his

behalf.

for your meds," Hanna snapped, setting the pills down hard on

counter. "Take them yourself."

hand him the pills—maybe even fuss over him a

didn't care about himself, mad that

What was she supposed to do

through to him?

she stormed out and caught

clinic's lobby.

"Anastasia—wait."

face was cold, her dislike

"Yes,

"Look,

chasing after

now, and

I think, if you

chasing him, maybe I

leave him alone.

stubborn as a

sets his mind

something, nothing's going to

change it."

her

really have anything else

Just, please, take care

long as you're

be too.

just stay home, do

feed your

done, go shopping

you rich wives are supposed

it? Why are

getting into trouble?"

She'd had her fair

them hated her, wishing she'd drop off the face

even with her obvious resentment, didn't wish her

Hanna. She really fit her name—skin

aura that made people feel safe. She wore her lab coat, dark

in a loose

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