Once Vincent assigned the three bodyguards , the hospital became much quieter . Hazel could finally rest and focus on recovering . She thought she could safely spend the next few days healing . But she hadn't counted on Milena demanding her to be her personal cook . " Everyone knows Hazel's an amazing cook . I don't want the chef's food - I only want the meals she makes herself ! " Vincent couldn't argue with her and nodded lovingly . " Fine . Let Hazel cook for you , then . " Hazel arrived at the VIP ward just in time to see the scene . Her chest tightened . Three years ago , Vincent had nearly died from a sudden stomach attack . Back then , Hazel swore she'd learn how to cook , so she could take care of the man she loved . She had always been smart , but cooking was the one thing she had no talent for . She had cut herself so many times that her fingers were covered in tiny scars . But she persisted . And eventually , she succeeded . Vincent moved in tears , holding her in his arms and whispering , " From now on , you'll only ever cook for me . " Now , that same man had just handed her over like a servant , all because another woman pouted . Hazel came to her senses and forced herself to calm down . Her sister was still in surgery ; she had to endure it . " What would you like me to make? " she asked . Milena named a dish casually , then watched Hazel leave with a sneer . She had long since plotted revenge for the earlier confrontation . Half an hour later , a bowl of lamb soup sat in front of Milena . After a few sips , she began convulsing . Her skin flushed violently . " Vincent ... help me ! " By the time Vincent rushed in , Milena was on the floor , foaming at the mouth , barely breathing . She refused to let the doctors operate until he arrived . " Vincent , " she gasped , clutching his sleeve weakly , " Hazel knows I'm allergic to lamb . She did it on purpose ... you have to- " Before she could finish her words , Milena collapsed . Vincent's face twisted with fury . His fist slammed into the wall beside Hazel's head . Charter A 2/2 17.4 % 8:49 Wed , Oct 15 d . ... 99 " Why , Hazel ? " he shouted . " Why can't you stop ? I told you - I only see her as a sister ! Why are you still trying to hurt her ? " Hazel's eyes were ice . " She asked for the dish herself . She planned this . If you don't believe me , you can- " Her words cut off as Vincent's hand cracked across her face . He looked at her with disgust , as though she'd committed an unforgivable sin . " Go kneel in the hallway and atone for your scene , " he ordered coldly . " You don't get up until Milena wakes . " Hearing this , Hazel almost lost her balance . So many patients and staff were walking past - he wanted her to kneel in front of everyone ? Before she could resist , Vincent's bodyguards forced her to the cold floor . A nurse whispered and pointed . " Isn't that Mr. Clarke's wife ? I heard she's cruel and jealous - always picking on Milena , his little sister . " " Is she mentally ill ? Anyone can see how much Mr. Clarke loves his sister . She must be crazy to keep pushing her . " Hazel lowered her head as her tears hit the floor . Even strangers could see it Vincent really doted on Milena . She shouldn't have been standing in the way . - She didn't know how long she'd been kneeling when Vincent suddenly came running toward her . " Get up ! " he barked in a panic tone . " Milena needs blood . Come with me ! By the time it was over , she lost all strength and collapsed in the blood draw room like a rag . Her arms were covered in bruises . No one came to help her . She didn't know how long she sat there before she finally gathered enough strength to stand . Holding onto the wall for balance , she stumbled step by step back to her ward . Chapter 5 2/3 20.3 % 8:49 Wed , Oct 15 .. 99 But when she pushed open the door , her heart froze . Her father was gone . Every single thing in the room had been thrown to the floor .