Chapter 191
Fingers crossed Wallis is just worrying over nothing.
We’ve plunged into the weekend amidst all the hustle and bustle.
Since I had fallen behind on work for a while, I stuck to my guns and chose to work overtime, as usual.
But halfway through, I got this urgent call out of the blue.
“Are you Jason’s next of kin? Please come to the city hospital right away.”
My heart skipped a beat when I heard that question, and I blurted out, “What’s happened to Jason?
“He’s got a leg injury, and he can barely make heads or tails of what he’s saying. What are your doing still standing there? Get over here, pronto!”
Leg injury? My mind went blank at those words; without hanging around, I bolted from my office.
An hour later, I saw Jason at the ER, whose leg was all wrapped up in bandages.
He sat there with a face that had aged a decade overnight, and looked lost. Dark circles under his eyes almost told that he hadn’t slept a wink, and his eyes were all panic and flutter.
And yet, he was the one who was hurt.
Seeing him like that, I felt my nose tingled, and I nearly burst into tears, “Jason.”
Hearing his name, Jason looked confused and tried to get up, using the chair for support.
I rushed over, all heartache, and asked, “What happened?”
Jason looked at me nervously and cautiously mumbled, “It’s nothing, just an accident.”
He was obviously hiding something.
Then, this nurse sidled up to us; she gave me the once–over, and said, “You’re the patient’s family, huh? What’s the deal here? You leave the patient all banged up and just take off?”
I quickly apologized, and only after learning that the heavy object hadn’t damaged his bones did I breathe a sigh of relief.
But Jason is a security guard. How on earth did he end up getting stabbed in the leg with glass?
When I asked him, Jason hemmed and hawed.
I got this sour feeling inside, and my tone got a bit harsher, “Are you keeping something from me?”
Just as Jason was about to spill the beans, a piercing and somewhat tacky voice cut in.
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“Oh my, Jason, heard you were hurt. How bad is it?”
That shrill familiar voice, I’d heard it somewhere before.
Curious, I turned around and saw this middle–aged woman with bleached blonde hair hustling through the crowd heading our way. It was none other than Sibyl.
But why was Sibyl here if Jason was the one Injured?
As I pondered, Sibyl had already reached us.
“Oh, Ms. March, I’m so sorry, the shop was swamped; I just found out Jason got hurt.” Sibyl glanced at me in a fluster and explained, “I should’ve come sooner.”
Since when Jason and Sibyl become tight as thieves?
Sensing my confusion, Jason explained, “For the supermarket stocking job, Sibyl got someone to cover for me.”
“Stocking?” I looked at Jason, surprised. “Since when?”
“Ms. March, you didn’t know it?” Sibyl looked at me as if I were from another planet. “Jason said the pressure was too much, and wanted to pick up a part–time job after hours. My friend who owns the supermarket was hiring, so I hooked him up. But who would’ve thought it’d lead to this mess.”
