Zoey didn't come alone. She had her best friend, Zelda, right by her side.
Zelda, whose voice was infinitely louder than Zoey's, looked utterly scandalized. "You're getting a divorce? Why are you getting a divorce, ma'am?"
"Who said I was getting a divorce?" Lucille, who had been busy complaining to the head nurse about our department's workload, only just caught Zelda's comment and instinctively shot back.
The moment the denial left her lips, a deep sense of dread washed over me. Sure enough, a split second later, Zoey hit us with the follow-up question. "If you're not getting a divorce, then who is?"
The room went dead silent. Zoey's gaze locked onto my face, a mix of shock and creeping suspicion flashing in her eyes. Her fingers curled tightly around the bouquet of flowers she was holding, her knuckles turning white.
Dammit. The little manipulator's paranoia was kicking into high gear again.
My heart skipped a beat, but at this critical moment, my brain completely short-circuited. I couldn't come up with a single believable excuse.
"Dr. Zeller, Nurse Ziegler, you two came as well? Are you here just to gossip about Lucille's marital status?" the head nurse chimed in, thinking fast on her feet and throwing out a casual joke.
Amber immediately backed her up. "Seriously, are you two addicted to drama? Do you just interrogate everyone's relatives the second you meet them?"
"No, no, that's not it," Zoey stammered, her pale face flushing a deep red as she frantically shook her head. She finally tore her suspicious gaze away from me, walking further into the room with her bouquet. She offered Lucille an eager, excessively polite explanation. "Zelda and I just came to visit Selena and apologize to her."
She turned her attention to me, her eyes brimming with profound regret. "I'm so sorry, Selena. Zelda and I didn't mean any harm last night, but we still feel terrible about what happened. How are you feeling now?"
Like I said, the girl was an absolute master of manipulation.
She claimed to be apologizing, but she immediately prefaced it by declaring herself innocent and insisting she only came out of the goodness of her heart.
Amber was wonderfully blunt, spitting out the exact words I had been thinking.
Lucille frowned, her expression rapidly darkening with fury and outrage. "You're the ones who forced my daughter to apologize and made her pass out?"
Lucille's face had been sour ever since Zoey walked in. The only reason she had held her tongue was to save face in front of the head nurse, but it seemed she had finally hit her breaking point.
"Lucille, please try to stay calm..." the head nurse urged, sensing the impending explosion.
"I'm so sorry, Selena," Zoey suddenly interjected.
Her eyes instantly reddened as heavy tears welled up. Her voice trembled, thick with manufactured grief. "I know Ferris was a little harsh with you last night, but he wasn't targeting you on purpose! He only asked you to apologize for the sake of the team! I thought about it all night, and I realized I had to come and apologize on his behalf. Selena, you've always been so reasonable. I just know you understand how difficult things are for Ferris, and you wouldn't hold this against him, right?"

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Story is fine but...Oh god! Such a slow and dragging story. She is always fainting or confused. Has no backbone, very irritating story. Better to avoid...