Yvonne returned to her room. She had just taken off her dress and was about to get in the shower when her phone, which she’d left on the coffee table, began to vibrate incessantly.
She walked over and answered it. Sandra’s frantic voice came through the line. “Yvonne, it’s Marina! She tried to kill herself! She’s at City Hospital—”
Yvonne didn’t wait for her to finish. She grabbed her jacket from the back of the sofa, shrugging it on as she ran out of the room.
In her haste, she collided with Jeffrey in the hallway.
“What’s wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?” he asked.
Yvonne didn’t have time to answer. She flew down the stairs and out of the house.
By the time she reached City General, Marina had just been moved from the emergency room to a private VIP room.
“Sandra, how is she?” Yvonne asked, panting from the run. Sandra and Marina’s assistant were the only ones waiting outside the room.
Sandra sighed, a look of exhaustion on her face. “She cut her wrists. Lost a lot of blood. Luckily, her assistant found her in time. The doctors stabilized her, but they want to keep her for observation.” She pushed the door open. “Go on in and see her.”
Inside, Marina was unconscious, lying still on the pristine white bed. Her face was as pale as the sheets from the blood loss.
Yvonne stood by the bedside and gently touched Marina’s bandaged wrist.



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