My hand moved to my side, brushing over the wound that still ached faintly.
Just a month ago, I had been stabbed three times by one of her business rivals—for her and for the company. I spent a week hovering between life and death before barely making it back. Even now, I still had to go to the hospital for weekly dialysis just to stay alive.
Charlotte had always claimed she was trying to find a kidney donor for me, but to this day, there had been no progress.
It’s ridiculous now that I think about it.
It’s not that she couldn’t find a donor—she just didn’t really care to.
I took a cab to the hospital. She’d already scheduled today’s rehabilitation session for me and promised she’d come along.
But apparently, Eric had twisted his ankle this morning.
And without a second thought, she chose to be with him instead.
When I got to the treatment room, the nurse told me that the doctor originally assigned to me had been called away at the last minute. They’d arranged for a trainee doctor to take his place.
I nodded, but a heavy feeling settled in my chest.
Later, I found out that because Eric had twisted his ankle, Charlotte had called away every senior doctor in the hospital to treat him.