Sylvie came to meet Jack alone, so she didn't drive her minivan. After leaving the club, Zayne called for a taxi and took her to the hospital.
The doctor cut the hair around her injury before sewing her wound and applying ointment to it.
As Sylvie's face was still pale and her abdomen was causing her pain, Zayne brought her to do an ultrasound. It was then discovered that her spleen was bleeding severely.
The doctor quickly pushed her into the operating room.
Once that was done, she was transferred to a ward. She was incredibly frail as she lay in bed, her face as pale as a sheet.
Sylvie didn't expect Jack's kicks to be so powerful that they almost killed her.
Zayne lifted the bed and fed her some warm water. “The doctor said you can't eat anything yet.”
She drank a few sips and replied feebly, “Thank you.”
“Tell me who beat you up! I want to beat his spleen until it bleeds too! The Zeiglers aren't a bunch of doormats!” he exclaimed angrily.
“Stop asking me about it. And don't tell Granddad about this.” Sylvie didn't want to die, especially after she narrowly survived.
Zayne didn't understand why. “Why are you still protecting the person after getting beaten up this badly?”
Do you think I wanted to get beaten up?
His unceasing babbling and the pain in her body made her feel pretty annoyed. Thus, she turned away and ignored him. “You should leave. I'll call someone to take care of me.”
Zayne didn't say anything else as he put on his jacket and left.
It was as if those scenes had transformed into a hand that gripped her neck tightly, suffocating her. They deserve to die! I was right. I'm not in the wrong...
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