"Idiot! You just listen to whatever she says? As long as we're not married, she's not the future mistress of the West Family!"
How ridiculous.
They had been engaged for so long. It was Mitchel himself who had brought her to this hospital, introducing her as his fiancée and telling the staff to respect her as they would respect him.
But because of Malva, her position had plummeted.
Livia turned her head, pretending not to hear.
Mitchel's face darkened. "When are you going to change those spoiled habits? Even lying in a hospital bed, you still have such a bad temper!"
She remained silent. With her face hidden from view, an inexplicable unease settled in Mitchel’s chest.
"Forget it, I won't argue with a patient."
He sat down, sneaking a glance at her. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t suppress the flicker of guilt.
"Does it hurt?"
She remained silent.
"Livia, do you understand your mistake? Actually, I didn’t want to punish you. It’s just that you shouldn’t have treated Malva as a rival. I only see her as a little sister…"
Livia in the bed stirred slightly, but didn't respond.
A bitter feeling rose in her heart.