Chapter 0027
Caroline’s POV:
Fear was absent from my heart as I stared William down, holding my wounded arm. He approached me with anger etched into his features.
or any sort of
“You’re insane,” he said outright. “If you think this is going to sympathy from me, you’re dead wrong. Your father owes Sophia everything, and you’d do well to keep that in mind!”
“Mr. Anderson, you need to calm down,” the doctor ordered sternly, approaching me with bandages to compress my wound and stop the bleeding. A pang of sympathy hit me, for it was clear he was already exhausted from all the drama. “You’re only going to make things worse than they already are.”
Any arguments William had died when he got a sharp glare from the doctor, and he reluctantly stepped aside. The doctor carefully sat me down and diligently inspected my arm. “You did a number on yourself,” he murmured, beginning to wrap the bandages around my arm. “I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt.”
I had no regrets about mutilating myself, but it still didn’t make the wound hurt any less. A cry of pain left my lips as the bandage passed over my deep gash.
William tensed with alarm and took a single step towards me, swiftly halting with an unreadable look crossing over his visage. For one unbelievable moment, it was as if hearing me in pain hurt him. He uncaringly stepped away, his expression settling on stern once
more.
“Just endure it,” he told me. “If you’re looking for someone to pity you, you’re not going to get it here.”
It was another scathing reminder of how much he hated me, and that no matter what, he wanted me to be miserable. I struggled to decipher whether his clashing behavior was a result of our long lasting marriage or if he was just possessive. He demanded control over everything that belonged to him, and that included me.
Maybe death would be the only way to get back at him, I thought. As bleak as it sounded, it only made sense. He wanted so badly to control me; to selfishly take myself away would be the ultimate form of freedom.
It seemed an angered retort was expected of me, and William visibly grew frustrated when none came. He opened his mouth to throw another cruel insult, but it snapped shut when Laden fixed him with a stern look. “Calm down” he demanded, his voice firm. “She’s had enough. Just go get the car.”
An offended look tugged at William’s face as his friend openly defended me, but he supplied no protest. Instead, he marched outside to start his car, grumbling under his
breath.
William stood by unhelpfully as I was lifted into the car by Laden and his doctor, merely observing us with a blank stare. Once we started moving, he raced down the road, even carelessly breaking a few speed limits. He drove recklessly and with panic, as if I was mortally wounded.
My condition must have scared the medical staff, because the doctors took one look at me and rushed me to get treated. I had only just been ushered into the treatment room when I caught William’s booming voice ordering the doctors around.
“I want nothing but the best for her,” he shouted. “Anything less and I will ruin this hospital!”
William’s name carried weight everywhere he went, so his threats were terrifying to those who met his ire. The doctors were scared stiff at his demands, but one doctor came forward with nervousness in his voice. “O–of course!” a lone surgeon stuttered. “I’ll tend to her wounds personally. She’s in good hands.”
William’s behavior was utterly humiliating to me. No matter where he went, he acted so entitled, and it made me sick that he was causing some of the doctors to be too nervous to
treat me.
My ugly wound was properly sewn up and bandaged in a timely manner, and the doctor kindly gave me strong painkillers to withstand the pain. The massive blood loss made me woozy, but my arm was healed, and for that I was filled with gratitude.
ve out for even
William had been watching the doctor work on me like a hawk, keeping an eye out for the slightest little mistake. When the doctor finally finished up his work and stepped out, my ex–husband marched towards me. “We’re getting you a full physical examination,” he said simply. “No ifs, ands, or buts.”
“But I don’t want one,” I growled. “You’re not going to make me take one.”
William bristled angrily at my refusal. “We’re getting you one whether you like it or not,” he replied, his voice raising. “Stop being so difficult, Caroli-”
“Excuse me, sir,” a doctor interrupted, nervousness thick in his voice. “I’m going to need. you to sign something before we can give her a physical exam. Can you do that?”
William’s anger swiftly diminished and shot the doctor a stern glare. “Yeah, of course,” he sighed, following the doctor out with impatience in every step.
Taking the opportunity luck had given me, I stealthily slipped out of the room without either of them noticing. I had to leave before they examined me against my will.
Leaving the ward with fear quickening my movements, I carefully followed the exit signs. out of the hospital. As I was cautiously passing by one of the empty examination rooms, I felt unknown hands grab me. A scream started on my lips, but a man in a surgical mask
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placed a hand over my mouth before I could utter a noise.
“Hush. It’s me,” he whispered, removing his mask to reveal a very familiar face.
