He walked in, trying to soften his tone. “Your body still needs time to recover. Don’t move around until you’re healed. I’ll only worry about you if you do.” He stepped closer, reaching out as if to brush my hair back. “Luckily, Nivianne’s hand wasn’t badly hurt. No bones broken. Just a bandage and she’ll be fine. If it had been worse, Anika, you wouldn’t have been forgiven.”
My chest tightened, but not from pain. So that was it. For a scraped hand, he had forced me to the edge of death, left me bleeding and forgotten while the only doctor was chained to her bedside. And now he stood here pretending to worry about me? Pretending that this was love?
It was almost funny if it wasn’t so cruel.
I stepped back out of his reach, my eyes cold, my voice sharp. “Get out.”
He blinked like he hadn’t heard me right. “What did you say?”
I clenched my teeth, forcing the words out again, steady and clear. “I said get out. I don’t want to see you.”
Wilbert’s face twisted so fast I thought he was about to explode.