My Darling, My Dearest

Having been on duty for such a long time, the nurse had never seen such a situation. She was so scared that her legs were shaking from the scene. She didn't dare move forward, fearing that she would also be involved.

In the dining room, Celine handed the menu back to the waiter with a bright smile. As silence fell on them, she started, "Last time, when I came here with my colleagues, they told me how good I am at cooking." She chuckled. "In fact, they even compared me to the chef. You can try his cooking later on and make the verdict yourself."

Jack nodded. In reality, he felt even more restless than all the other times he had been roped into social engagements like this one. Sitting in front of Celine was a torment he'd rather not face.

Last time, when he had seen her shopping with his mother, he sent Tracy a message to inform her that he had something urgent to get to.

He thought that her mother's persuasions would be the end of it. However, Tracy wasn't going to surrender that easily.

"You either have dinner with her, or you forget you have a mother!" she had snapped at him. Given this, he had no other choice but to agree.

Glancing at his watch, he could only wish that time could go by even faster.

"Sir, miss, your dinner is ready. Enjoy."

The waiter carefully placed their plates onto the table and walked off.

Jack had no appetite. He only ate two slices of beef steak before setting his knife and fork back on the table. Seeing as he had nothing else to do, he pulled out his phone and began to scroll through the different articles.

Suddenly, a headline popped up on his phone.

"Tragic! A doctor was beaten by a patient inside her own office!"

He quickly scanned over the article.

The hospital mentioned in the news was the hospital Rachel was working in. Although the news didn't mention the doctor's name, he still felt uneasy.

He quickly called in the waiter, took out his bank card to pay the bill, and stalked off.

It took a few seconds for Celine to realize what was happening. She hurried over towards him and tugged his sleeve. "What happened?"

"I have to go somewhere." As soon as Jack started the car, he could see that Celine was struggling to open his car door. Once she succeeded, she sat in the front seat. Her lips were set in a thin line. "Fine, I'll go with you."

He wanted to persuade her otherwise, but he didn't want to waste another second. Instead, he stepped on the gas and sped to the hospital. Along the way, Jack clenched his jaw as his fingers gripped the steering wheel even tighter. "I hope it's not her," he murmured to himself. However, the fates weren't on his side.

As soon as he entered the hospital, he could hear her name being spoken by a group of nurses. He quickly stopped one of the them. "The one on the news," he said. "Is it Rachel?"

"Yes. She was beaten." The nurse gazed at him suspiciously. "Are you a family member?"

"Yes. Where is she now?"

After hearing the nurse's confirmation, he knew for a fact that his instincts weren't wrong.

Rachel had just been thinking how unlucky she was today when Jack and Celine appeared in the ward side by side, but it seemed that her luck had grown even worse. Her lips curled in disdain. "Rachel, are you okay?" he quickly asked as he headed over to her side.

She drew away from his touch. "I'm fine."

It seemed that everyone knew about her beating.

How embarrassing!

It took everything in Jack not to hold her hand. His fingers dug into his palms as he asked, "Well, what happened? Why didn't anyone stop the patient?"

Actually, the incident had nothing to do with the patient.

Although the man had threatened her with his fists, he didn't really do any substantial damage. He only did it to scare her off.

When the patient left in fury, he forgot to grab his cane. She chased after him to return it, but the patient must've thought she didn't want him to leave, so he shoved her against the medical supplies shelf out of anger.

Her waist hit the corner of the furniture, rendering her unconscious.

It seemed that the reporters had exaggerated the story by saying how the man had mercilessly beaten his doctor.

Hearing what had happened, Jack suppressed his anger. "How are you feeling now? Does your waist hurt? Does your head hurt? Are you feeling any better?"

He threw a series of questions at her.

Rachel nodded. "I'm feeling much better now. I just hurt my tendon, so I'll be fine after resting for two days."

Although she said she was fine, he was still worried.

"I'll go to the doctor and ask him about your condition," he murmured.

"No..."

But it was already too late to stop him.

Celine's pretty face was now layered with bitterness and frost at the sight of Jack's hovering figure. Her gaze slowly fixated itself on Rachel's face as she approached the sickbed. It was not until then that Rachel noticed her. Although she felt uncomfortable under Celine's glare, she remained calm.

"Are you really hurt?" She tilted her head.

"Yes."

A faint smile threaded across Celine's pink lips. "Is it serious?"

"What are you trying to imply?" Rachel raised her eyebrow. "Nothing. I just want to see if you're all right." Celine walked over to the sofa and crossed her arms over her chest. She looked completely aloof about her condition. In fact, if Rachel died at that second, she might not even be too bothered by it.

"Oh, drop the act. Just say what you really want to say." Rachel sneered.

Celine snorted. "It seems that knocking you out didn't do much for your mouth."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Rachel closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than for her to get out of this room.

However, after hearing Rachel's indifference, jealousy started biting on Celine's heart like a snake on the loose. Her face darkened as she tried her best to rein in her emotions.

"It's disappointing to see such an independent and capable woman such as yourself pretending to be pitiful just so you can get Jack's attention.

Her voice was as cold as ice. "Now that you see how much he cares for you, are you happy?"

"Oh, I'm not like you. I don't have to fake an injury to act pitiful,"

Rachel sneered. "You're the only ridiculous one in the room." The blue veins that pulsed in her forehead became even more prominent. She looked like a wolf scouting out her predator. Afraid that Jack might hear her, Celine held back her anger and pointed at her. "I dare you to say it again!"

"Or what?"

Just as the woman was about to speak, Rachel drawled, "Even if I pretended to be pitiful, at least I succeeded. If someone like you attempted to kill herself,

he would never care."

Rachel might as well say something that would hurt her if she wanted the woman out of her ward.

Celine strode forward, having enough of her. She raised her hand as if she was about to slap her when Jack's voiced echoed through the room. "What are you doing?"

Glancing at his furious expression, she lowered her hand. She tried her best to restrain herself, even if all she wanted to do was the rip out the face of the woman lying in front of her.

Rachel sneered at the sight. "I'm tired. You can go back now."

"I'll stay here." How could Jack leave at ease knowing that she would stay here the entire night?

He had just gone to the doctor's office to inquire about her condition.

The doctor still didn't have a clear speculation when it came to her condition. The report would still be given the following morning.

However, Rachel pulled up the quilt and closed her eyes. If the Jack and Celine were present, then she would never be able to regain her peace of mind.

"Get out!" she bellowed. Her voice had lost its indifference.

Glancing at the puzzled look on Jack's face, Celine could only lower her head.

Although he didn't know what exactly happened, he could understand the generalities of what transpired while he was gone. Knowing that he would never win this argument, he left the ward, and Celine followed.

Just as Celine opened the door of his car, Jack glared at her. "Take a taxi."

"Why? I rode with you to the hospital!"

she demanded as her eyes widened.

"You know what you've done," he said coldly. "You better watch yourself."

Celine held the car door, refusing to let him go. "I did nothing," she snapped. "She was the one who scolded me. Why the hell are you blaming me for her mistake?" A wave of resentment rolled down her heart as she dug her nails into her palm. She hated Rachel and hated everything the woman stood for.

Jack snorted in disgust. "Whatever she's done to you, it's something you deserve. Who the hell do you think you are?"

Author's note

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Translator: Scarlett5555