Yvan stood by the door until he got a text from Todd confirming it was done. Only then did he stub out his cigarette and re-enter the room.
Winifred had already finished her breakfast. "I'm done. You can go back now," she said.
"Alright. I'll bring you lunch later," Yvan said as he picked up the containers.
Winifred knew she couldn't change his mind, so she just nodded and let him be.
After a night's rest, her concussion felt much better. As long as she didn't turn her head too quickly, the dizziness was almost gone.
She had just asked the doctor, who said she didn't need to stay in the hospital and could just rest at home for a week or two. The wound on her head was also fine; it had been stitched with dissolvable sutures, so she just needed to disinfect it regularly.
She decided she would check out tomorrow morning. That meant Yvan could only bring her one more meal tonight, so she didn't bother arguing with him anymore.
After Yvan left, Winifred picked up her phone and started scrolling through the news to pass the time.
By now, the negative story about her had vanished from the internet without a trace. Winifred had no idea she had just been the target of an online mob.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Winifred said.
The visitors were, to her surprise, Monica and Yetta.
Winifred was taken aback and quickly sat up. "Mrs. Brown, Yetta, what are you doing here?"
Monica beamed. "Yvan told us you were injured, so we came by to see you."
"Yes, Murphy was very worried about you too," Yetta added with a smile.
She placed the things they brought on a nearby table. Winifred glanced over and saw what looked like gourmet hampers and expensive supplements.
She felt a bit embarrassed. "Thank you. It's nothing serious, just a small injury."
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