Chapter 3

Arana’s hands tightened.

“For the whole life, I will only eat breakfast you made. Only Arana is my bride.” He swore seven years ago.

But seven years later, Jane took Arana’s place.

Arana twitched her lips and suppressed her feelings.

“Well, I’m busy. So, sorry. The nurse will change the IV later.”

She ‘snapped’ her pen shut, and turned away without a ripple on her face before she lost temper.

A glass teacup was shattered immediately after she turned around.

Arana paused for a second and then stepped out, destructively.

Terrence might want to smash this cup on her.

Staring soberly at the escaping shadow, Terrence tightened his hands. Blood dropped on the bed sheet along the needle.

“Terrence …Don’t be angry, Arana is your chief doctor. I can ask the dean for someone else if you want …”

Getting out of the emergency room, Arana walked straight into the bathroom and made sure there was no one else.