No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190 Injury

A wave of humiliation and resentment surged through her.

But Hannah refused to back down.

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She had come to make Amelia uncomfortable. If she couldn’t see her, at least her voice would

reach her.

Taking a deep breath, Hannah pushed her pride aside. In the quiet hallway, she raised her voice toward the tightly closed ward door.

“Ms. Harlow! It’s Hannah! I know you’re still mad at me. I even made soup and came to see you!”

Her voice rang sharply through the empty hallway, drawing curious glances from passing patients and their families.

“I know you’re upset, but didn’t the police already figure out the truth? It wasn’t Isla or me. Why won’t you believe us?

“Please, just open the door and let me check on you! You shouldn’t keep sulking like this. Ethan is worried sick!”

She kept shouting, wearing a sad, concerned expression, like a friend unfairly shut out.

Inside the ward, Amelia leaned against the bed, flipping through a design magazine.

Hannah’s sharp, pretentious voice buzzed through the door like an annoying fly, grinding on Amelia’s nerves.

This woman just won’t leave me alone!

Annoyed, Amelia tossed the magazine aside, having no interest in responding.

She picked up the call button and coldly instructed the guards, “Make her leave. I don’t want to hear her voice.”

Following orders, one of the bodyguards stayed polite but firm. “Ma’am, Ms. Harlow doesn’t want to see you. Please leave immediately and don’t disturb the other patients.”

The bodyguard’s tough attitude made Hannah’s face flush.

She glared viciously at the tightly shut door. But in the end, she could only turn away reluctantly and leave under everyone’s eyes.

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Chapter 190 Injury

The bodyguards hadn’t been rude or touched her in any way.

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Yet when Hannah reached a quiet corner of the stairwell, she stopped dead in her tracks.

Her eyes glinted with something sharp as she stared at her hands.

Gritting her teeth, she bent over and ground her right palm hard against the rough concrete

steps.

The grit scraped her skin, sending sharp pain shooting up her arm.

It hurt, but a cold, satisfied smirk spread across her face.

No pain, no gain.

If a little suffering could make Ethan pity her while hating Amelia more, it was worth it.

By the time Hannah got back to the villa, she had completely changed her demeanor.

She looked exhausted and dispirited.

Ethan was on a work call in the living room. Seeing her walk in completely dazed, he frowned.

He hung up, voice annoyed. “What’s wrong with you?”

Hannah flinched at his tone, shivering slightly. She instinctively hid her injured right hand behind her back and looked down, murmuring, “I … I’m fine.”

The more she tried to brush it off, the more suspicious Ethan grew.

His eyes narrowed as he spotted the hand she was hiding.

“What happened to your hand?” he demanded, stepping closer. “Show me!”

Hannah was forced to reveal it. Her pale palm was covered in long, deep scratches, smeared with dirt and blood. It was a shocking sight.

Ethan’s eyes went wide. “What the hell happened?!”

He grabbed her wrist, his voice harsh. “Did you go see Amelia? Did she send someone to hurt you?”

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