Chapter 7 When she woke up again, Camila found herself in a hospital room. There was nobody by her bedside. Her injuries throbbed with a burning pain. Outside the door, nurses were chatting quietly. "That guy is so hot-and so caring for his girlfriend." "Right? She just twisted her ankle by accident, but he looks like something awful happened. Even her parents are here all the time, checking on her constantly. And look at this girl over here. She's all banged up, yet no one has come to see her." Camila pulled out the IV needle, leaned against the wall, and hobbled step by step into the hallway. Sure enough, at the entrance of the VIP ward, she spotted Zachary along with Howard and Maria. Zachary was adjusting the height of Mollina's hospital bed, constantly checking in to see if she was comfortable. Howard poured her some water and even blew on it to cool it down before handing it over. Mollina said something playfully, and Maria gently wiped the water stains from the corner of her mouth with a hand- kerchief-her movements were soft and full of love. This cozy scene made Camila catch her breath. Tears started to fill her eyes. It felt weird. She had promised herself to let go, but her heart still hurt like being poked by a thousand tiny needles, leaving her struggling for air. She thought to herself. "Camila, don't cry." She lifted her head, trying hard to hold back the tears. Because honestly, no one would care anyway. She went back to her room, and before long, Zachary walked in. "Does it still hurt?" he asked. He had noticeable dark circles under his eyes and looked pretty worn out. His eyes were glued to her the whole time, like he was a bit worried. In the past, Camila would have definitely cried and made a scene about why he saved Mollina first. But now, she didn't say anything. She turned away from him, avoiding his gaze. 0.0 % 09:04 She was uncomfortably quiet. Zachary frowned, thinking she was just too weak to talk, so he didn't ask any more questions. Over the next few days, he hardly set his work aside, staying at the hospital to look after her. But oddly enough, Camila-who used to chat away non-stop in front of him-was completely quiet the whole time. She went through her treatment quietly, ate and slept without a fuss, and just waited for the day she could leave. Three days before discharge, she stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air. She stood there for what felt like ages when she faintly caught Mollina's voice on a phone call. "Oh, don't worry about me! They're treating me like royalty right now; they'll never find out. The real Mollina has been dead long ago." After a quick pause, Camila jumped into action. Her face went pale all of a sudden, and she bolted out, only to lock eyes with Mollina's smug grin. When Mollina realized who it was, a hint of guilt flashed across her face. "What are you doing here?" Camila's eyes burned with rage. "You're such a fake!" "And what if I am?" A spark of malice lit up in Mollina's eyes. "Now that you know, let's have some fun." Before Camila could say anything, Mollina let out a loud wail. "Camila, I just came to check on you! Even if you're mad at me, you wouldn't hit me, right? Ah!" As soon as she finished speaking, she shrieked again and tumbled down the stairs. She landed hard on the hospital corridor floor with a loud thud. Everyone gasped, and all eyes were on Camila. Camila froze for a second. When she glanced to the side, she caught her parents' furious glares. "I-" "Molly!" Zachary rushed over right away, scooped Mollina up in his arms, and shot a cold stare at Camila. Camila stood there helplessly as he carried Mollina and strode off. At the same time, Howard and Maria yelled at her angrily, "Camila! You've completely lost it!" The whispers around her felt like sharp, poisoned knives. "Wow, how ruthless! Ms. Camila is really going after her own sister!" 44.1 % 09:04 Chapter "She's totally out of control! Mr. Ackley and Mrs. Ackley need to step in and teach her a lesson!" "Exactly! She needs to be put in her place! Make her say sorry!" Howard even quickly told someone to grab a whip. "Hold her down!" "Let me go!" Camila yelled as she struggled, "That woman isn't my sister at all! She's a fake!" 92.2 %