Chapter 133

In the hospital ward, Sophia was propped up against the pillow, lying on her side on the hospital bed, looking pretty wiped out. She was trying to keep the room from spinning without moving too much.

The room was pitch-black, not even the lights were on.

Her phone was right next to her pillow, with the video call still going.

Susan was on the other end, visibly worried. “You holding up okay?”

“I’m fine,” Sophia whispered back, careful not to move her head too much, “Probably just a mild concussion and a bit of temporary ischemia and hypoxia due to the injury, nothing major. The doc just checked on me, and I had a brain CT this afternoon. It’s all clear, no need to fret.”

“How can I not worry?” Susan’s concern spilled over as she said this, “You’re all by yourself in the hospital in the dead of night. What if something dangerous happens?”

“The doctors and nurses are here, aren’t they? It’s not like I’m at home alone,” Sophia reassured her softly, “It’s just one night. I’ll find a caregiver tomorrow.”

“You should’ve kept either Ivan or Brandon around. Being safe is what matters most, screw what anyone else thinks about ‘morality’.”

well aware of her tendency

of the time, Susan respected Sophia’s independence, but in her opinion, when

to

cutesy, a

were men, which wasn’t ideal, and both had their own jobs to worry about. Staying up all night with her would mean they couldn’t work the next day. Given that Sophia’s hospital stay wasn’t just a one-off, Susan understood why she

off, get a

I’m not too scared to call a doctor,” Sophia shifted

covered,” Susan yawned and got up, “Remember to take care of yourself.

hung

move a muscle, let alone dare to. But her parched throat wasn’t something she could

her uninjured left arm, her feet barely touched the floor when a wave of dizziness hit her, bringing along a queasy feeling. She had

the hot water jug with her left hand. Whether it was the sudden effort or something else, the dizziness and nausea came back with a vengeance. Her

aside to avoid the scalding water. Dodging the spill took the last bit of energy she had, and the overwhelming dizziness forced

then, a rhythmic knocking came from the door, a steady “tap-tap-tap.”

her head and weakly called

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