Steve furrowed his brows deeply, intense emotions churning violently in his eyes. Seeing Sylvia's absolute determination to sever all ties with him, an indescribable agony pierced his heart.
Standing by the bed and listening to their exchange, Abriella's brain finally caught up to the situation. Her eyes widened as she pointed a shaking finger at Steve, then at Sylvia. "You two... you actually knew each other?" Realization struck her as she remembered Ella's earlier demand. Her voice completely cracked. "Wait! Did you two... were you two actually married?!"
An eerie silence fell over the hospital room once again. Neither of them spoke a word. Steve's frown deepened, his jawline locked in rigid tension.
Suspicious, Abriella shot a glare at Steve before turning her intense gaze back to Sylvia. "Sylvia, are you hiding a massive secret from me? We are practically sisters, and you kept something this huge from me?"
Watching Abriella look ready to explode, Sylvia let out a long, helpless sigh. She knew there was no hiding the truth today. "Abriella, I am sorry," she said weakly, yet her words were perfectly clear. "We... were married five years ago. We divorced two years ago."
Those words fell lightly from her lips, but they detonated like a massive bomb inside Abriella's head. Her eyes bulged so wide they looked ready to pop out, and her jaw dropped low enough to fit a whole egg. "What?! You were married five years ago?!"
She simply could not believe her ears. After recovering from the sheer shock, Abriella whipped her head around, glaring fiercely at the man in the wheelchair. Steve lowered his eyes, seemingly unable to meet her furious gaze. Seeing him act so guilty completely ignited the explosive temper inside her.
Steve's brows knitted together in deep anguish. He opened his mouth, but ultimately offered no rebuttal. Shifting his gaze back to Sylvia in the bed, his expression filled with complex restraint. "Focus on resting. You do not need to worry about anything else. I will handle it."
With that, he turned his wheelchair and rolled out of the room without looking back. The door clicked shut. Abriella stood by the bed, panting heavily as the adrenaline rushed through her. It took a long time for her to force herself to calm down. Once her rationality returned, a wave of retrospective fear washed over her. In her momentary impulsive rage, she had crossed a line right in front of Sylvia. No matter what had happened, that man was her best friend's ex husband. Even if they were divorced, it was not her place as an outsider to hurl such vicious curses at him.
Fidgeting nervously, Abriella rubbed her hands together and shot a cautious glance at her friend. "Sylvia... do you, do you still have feelings for Steve?"

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