Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 273

"How can you even suggest that? You need at least a couple more days of observation in the hospital. Your health is important. You're being irresponsible, and you can't just go out like this. You can go visit her, but you don't have to check out, do you?"

Looking at me in protest, Hannah warned, "Absolutely not! If you go on like this, I'll have to inform Mr. Richardson. If he agrees with your decision, then I won't object."

"Since when do I need his approval for my actions?" I said, feigning annoyance. But deep inside, I found it comforting, although I stubbornly continued, "We'll talk about the discharge later. For now, can you find me some clothes? I can't just go out there in this hospital gown, can I?"

Hannah beamed at me, "That's already been taken care of. When Mr. Richardson brought you to the hospital and saw your ruined party dress, he immediately sent for new clothes."

"OK." I thought to myself that he even thought of that. He's more attentive than I thought.

Catherine, with a face of resentment, grumbled, "Mr. Richardson is leagues above that scoundrel Dawslug. I don't know why you loved Dawslug.

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"Are you ignorant? How many times have I told you to stop criticizing me? Are you trying to make me sick?" I was genuinely fed up with Catherine's constant chattering. She didn't care if I wanted to hear it and if it hurt my pride, or if it was impacting me negatively.

But I was the one who let her go on like this.

Geneva chuckled, "Dawslug really should get an Oscar for his performance."

"You just now realized he's a hypocrite? I was stupid to trust his lies." I admitted.

The three of them laughed, and I joined in, although mine was more of a bitter laugh.

Seeing me laugh, Catherine quickly filled me in, "When he got the message, he rushed to the hospital in a flash. When he saw you, he acted angry and worried. It was quite the performance. There's a term for it."

As I started to get out of bed, I asked Hannah to bring me my clothes, "Wouldn't it be better to be at home? We can eat what we want, and do what we want. I hate being here. I feel so uncomfortable. I'm not running a fever anymore, and I'm not on an IV. It's better to go home because it's quieter."

Just as I finished dressing, Clara sent me her location. I checked my phone, "She's at the coffee shop on Pine Street, just a block away from our house."

"You should go meet her first. We'll talk about the discharge later. We'll go check on Janice. If anything happens, let us know immediately." Geneva said, looking at me worriedly, "Are you sure you're okay? Don't push yourself too hard."

"I understand." I nodded seriously.

Honestly, I felt fine when I was lying in bed. But the moment I stood up, I felt weak, like my head was heavier than my feet and I was floating.

But I didn't say anything. No matter what, I had to meet Clara.