"What?" I was shocked.
Michael got angry out of nowhere.
"Don’t act like you’re the victim. If you hadn’t run into the street and scared Regina, she wouldn’t have gotten hurt! This is all your fault. You need to take responsibility!"
His voice was loud and sharp. He hit the table by accident and knocked over the chicken soup. The hot liquid spilled all over my thigh, burning it badly.
I gasped in pain, trying hard not to cry. My hand reached for the emergency bell, but Michael grabbed my wrist again.
"Regina doesn’t feel well after the surgery. She needs the doctor to stay with her. You’re used to pain, right? Just deal with it. Stop acting weak."
My arm started bleeding again. Before I could say anything, a doctor rushed in.
"Miss White is showing signs of a strong rejection. She needs another operation immediately."
Michael turned to me and grabbed my arm tightly.
"Come with me," he said, dragging me into the hallway.
When we entered the room, I saw Regina lying on the hospital bed. Her eyes were full of tears and her lips trembled slightly. Michael’s heart softened at the sight. I could see the pain in his eyes, but none of it was for me.