Flora's POV:

When we were done cleaning up our room, Sylvia retreated to the bathroom to take a shower.

With Sylvia gone, I felt lonely and sad.

I thought about what she said just now about how Warren really loved me. I sneered and clenched my fists angrily, inadvertently squishing the orange in my hand. Regret? Never.

I clenched my fists so hard that orange juice spurted everywhere, staining even the uniform I was planning to wear tomorrow.

I hurried to clean it up but felt even angrier with Warren.

When Warren was in a coma, his life was in fatal danger. I was so anxious that I didn't even dare to close my eyes or take a break for fear that Warren would suddenly stop breathing.

Later, when his condition had finally stabilized, I staggered out of his ward to finally have a meal.

When I came back, a nurse told me that Warren had woken up already. I was so happy that all my fatigue disappeared in an instant.

wondering how Warren would react when he saw

I arrived, Alina stopped me from

the door with four muscly bodyguards, as though she was declaring

Sylvia's roommate and asked me about my relationship

Warren and I were just pretending to be a

loss for words, Alina sneered and accused me

the attention

expect a noble lady like Alina would act so nastily. My face turned red

myself, but everyone

that, Alina asked her bodyguards to throw me

as I could and wanted to leave on my own accord,

door to Warren's ward was open. I'm sure we had caused a noisy commotion,

I felt at the time, disappointment and rage

line with him, so

my mind, I couldn't help but sneer. Looking down at my orange juice-stained hands,

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