The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 106

Joshua's antics were clearly meant to provoke me. Making my life difficult seemed to be his greatest source of joy.

As soon as he realized that I needed a VIP ward for my treatment, he swooped in and claimed the last one, determined to outdo me.

Blair frowned deeply, her voice sharp as she snapped at him, "What do you think you're doing? This room is already reserved for us. Get out!"

Joshua, however, had no intention of moving. He sprawled on the bed, clutching his chest dramatically and gasping for air.

"Oh no, my chest hurts. Nurse! Doctor! Somebody, help me!" he cried, kicking off his shoes and fully settling into the bed like he owned it.

It was clear that he planned to occupy the room no matter what.

"Do you even understand what a first come, first served basis means?" Blair was livid, glaring at him as if she was ready to drag him out herself.

Joshua didn't flinch. Instead, he gave her a smug, innocent look and replied, "Exactly! You said it—first come, first served. And since I'm already on this bed, that makes me the first one here."

His shamelessness left me speechless.

On the other hand, Blair was seething, looking like she might physically haul him off the bed.

Before she could act, I tugged on her sleeve and shook my head. "Let it go. It's fine if there's no room left. I wasn't planning on staying here long anyway."

"What? No way!" Blair said firmly, her tone serious. "Your health is in bad shape. You need to be here. The medical staff is top-notch, and they're your best chance at recovery!"

As George stepped closer, Joshua's act became even more desperate. He gasped for air, clutching his chest as if he was moments from collapsing.

I watched the spectacle with calm detachment, unable to suppress a smirk at how childish Joshua was being. It was baffling that Abigail could be attracted to someone like him. Maybe she only saw the polished, sweet version of him that he pretended to be.

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.

A woman in her 30s burst into the room, her face flushed with anger. Without hesitation, she stormed over and grabbed my collar before shouting, "Samuel! You piece of trash! How dare you come here and harass my brother?"

Her grip tightened as she continued her tirade, "My brother is Abigail's boyfriend, the perfect match for her in everyone's eyes! Who do you think you are?"