"Boyfriend?"
The woman in the wheelchair took her hand off Toby's chest and flashed Sonia a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean to offend you. I was only trying to clean his face, and I must have put my hand on his chest to keep myself from falling. I'm sure you won't mind."
She might be apologizing, but she didn't look like she meant it at all, and there was even a trace of a smirk tugging on her lips, as if she was challenging Sonia.
What was even more infuriating was the way the woman drawled 'I'm sure you won't mind’. This skank is outright provoking me!
Sonia was so mad she thought she might combust on the spot.
She had more or less figured out that the woman was only provoking her because she had her eyes set on Toby. In all fairness, any woman would prey on him, seeing as he was tall and handsome with a well-built figure, not to mention he carried himself with such natural grace and a sense of nobility that belied his billionsomething net worth.
At the thought of this, Sonia glanced over at the man lying unconscious in bed, and while she was frustrated at him, she was also sympathetic toward him. She was frustrated that he had gotten the fancy of yet another hussy within such a short span of time, but her heart twisted at the sight of him lying in bed with a bandage wrapped around the crown of his head. The impact must have really hurt him.
With a sigh, she decided to reason with herself. It wasn't Toby's fault that the wheelchair-bound vixen had decided to set her eyes on him, and Sonia’s anger ebbed away following this line of reasoning. She retracted her gaze and turned to eye the woman imperiously, then barked, "Of course, I mind. I mind very much!
Move!"
She was not leaving any room for negotiation, and there was even a commanding edge to her tone as she ordered the woman to move away from the bed.
The smile on the woman's face slipped. Obviously, she hadn't expected such a blunt and cutting response from Sonia. A dark look flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared as the woman gave Sonia yet another gentle smile. "I'm sorry, miss. I know my presence here disturbs you, but I can't leave right now. See, I was the one who caused him to get into the accident, and it goes without saying that I have to take responsibility for it. I would like to remain by his side and nurse him back to help, so I hope you'll understand, miss."
Sonia gaped at the woman in disbelief. She didn't think the woman would spew such disgusting nonsense just to stay by Toby's side.
Resisting the urge to retch, Sonia shot the woman a look so frigid that it was a wonder she didn't turn to ice.
"Listen here, lady—my boyfriend is only lying here because of you, so of course, you'd have to take responsibility, but there are plenty of ways for you to go about it. I don't think my boyfriend needs you to take care of him, considering I'm already here to do just that, and I'm well within my rights to do it, too. So I suggest you stop crossing the line," Sonia snapped with angry contempt.
Sonia thought she was being subtle with her words, if not diplomatic. After all, she highly doubted that other women would go easy on the shameless hussies who went around seducing their men. Other women in Sonia's position might even abandon reason and shriek at the top of their lungs or resort to violence. And here I am being civilized, if not just a bit terse with her.
She hoped the woman would know better than to be thick-skinned. If she insisted on staying instead of moving away, Sonia would have to get rid of her the hard way. She was no longer the compassionate and empathetic person she used to be; she would much rather let someone else bear the brunt than shoulder through it like a naive fool.
Alas, Sonia underestimated the woman and how brazen and shameless she could be. It didn't take long after Sonia had delivered her warning that the woman looked wounded. The next second, the woman’s eyes turned red with fresh tears, and she started to cry.
Frowning, Sonia demanded irritably, "What's with the waterworks?"
The woman buried her face in her hands as she whimpered, "Miss, I know you don't like me taking care of your boyfriend, but I really didn't mean to cross any lines at all. I genuinely want to nurse this man back to health, seeing as I was the cause of all this in the first place. I have to do something to make it up to him, and if I don't, I'd only blame myself even more; this will haunt me, and the guilt will eat me alive, and I'd feel as if something is pressing down on my chest. Please, Miss, I'm only hoping that you could give me a chance to make things right and allow me to take care of him. But I promise you that I won't do anything more than that, so don’t you worry. I only want to atone for my mistakes and spare myself from the guilt. Otherwise, I'd..."
When the woman trailed off, Sonia's face grew somber as she demanded through gritted teeth, "Otherwise, you'd what?"
The woman chewed on her bottom lit. "Otherwise, I'd only live in guilt for the rest of my life, and I might grow so depressed that I'd take my own life to save myself from the pain."
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