After Sylvia and her group left, Amy was fuming. She turned to Harry and demanded, “How could you treat my boss like that?”
Harry’s face was stony. “I should be asking you—whose side are you on? I’m arguing with your boss, and you’re helping her? Can’t you tell who’s supposed to matter most to you?” He gave her a cold glare. “Were you happy watching them gang up on me?”
Amy shot back, her voice trembling with anger, “You’re the one who was out of line!”
“How was I out of line? Everything I did was for you!” Harry yelled, as if that settled everything.
Just then, the doctor came in, frowning. “What’s going on in here? Why are you shouting in a hospital room?”
Amy quickly shook her head. “Sorry, we weren’t arguing.”
The doctor gave Harry a disapproving look. “Your girlfriend is still recovering. Instead of comforting her, you’re starting a fight?”
The doctor’s words made Amy feel even more wronged. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
Harry sneered at her. “You put on quite a show when there’s an audience, don’t you?”
Amy glared at him, furious. “Get out. Just get out!”
Instead, Harry flopped down onto a chair, arms folded, refusing to say another word.
The doctor turned to Amy, her tone gentle. “You need to take care of yourself. Try not to get upset.”
Amy felt so embarrassed, she didn’t know what to say.
While the doctor was checking Amy’s vitals, Harry’s gaze drifted to her purse sitting by the table. When neither of them was looking, he quietly slipped out Amy’s ID and left the room.
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