Angela had spent two days in the hospital already. Even the doctor suggested her to stay longer, she still left with a fever after checking the medical bills.
The Dream Club paid her well. But she didn't have much left after her daily expenses. She needed to save some against unexpected needs in the future.
After these days, she realized that money was the most reliable thing in the world. Though she never thought about it before.
Back to the dormitory, she was alone in the room. She didn’t know where the other roommates were. It wasn’t the time for shift change.
Due to the fever, dizziness came up after she changed her clothes. Angela held the locker and tried to relax a little.
Suddenly, a sudden sound of footsteps approached, and she got pushed over hard.
The back of her waist hit the desk behind. She couldn’t help grunting, feeling the pain.
Julia got shocked when Timothy shoved Angela as soon as she walked in. She passed along and caught Angela immediately when she saw the look on her face.
“What are you doing, Timothy?
Are you okay Angela?”
Angela shook her head blankly.
“I'm fine...”
“But I’m not. You are a murderer and you just touch my locker. What did you try to do?”
“I...”
Angela didn’t catch up what she said. Then she figured out by noticing the disdainful look on Timothy’s face. The whole club might already know about her imprisonment, as what happened that night was blazed all over.
The embarrassment hit her as expected. She lowered her eyes, and explained in a soft voice, “I just held it when I felt dizzy. Don’t worry. I did’t do anything.”
“Who knows? I might die gratuitously someday by living with a murderer like you.”
“Shut up. We've been getting along well for half a month. Nothing happened.”
Julia glared at Timothy. Then she turned back and saw the red flush over Angela’s face.
She touched her forehead instinctively.
“Ah!
You left the hospital with a fever?
You should spend more time there.”
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