"Vera, please don't misunderstand. There's absolutely nothing going on between Jared and me," Wendy insisted, refusing to let the misunderstanding subside. "Last night, it was thundering and pouring rain, and I was terrified. My leg was also hurting. Jared came to keep me company. Today, he insisted that I go to the hospital for a check-up before he could feel at ease."
Wendy and Jared met in a car accident, and it was also because of that car accident that Wendy ended up in the hospital with a leg injury.
"I have nothing to do with Jared anymore. You don't need to explain anything to me," I didn't want to be entangled with them anymore.
"Vera, don't be unreasonable. You know about Wendy's leg injury, and today we came to inquire about Wendy's cat's cremation. Do you have to be jealous of her?" Jared spoke up and stood in front of Wendy.
Wendy chimed in with a hint of tears in her voice, "Vera, the stray cat I just picked up, won't live long. We are preparing for its funeral in advance."
Jared had been scratched by a cat and developed a trauma towards cats, but he could endure the physical discomfort and accompany Wendy to stay with the cat.