The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 791

At the entrance of the hospital, I accidentally bumped into Nadia.

She recognized me at a single glance and took off her sunglasses to look coldly at me.

We both disliked each other. We were only polite enough to nod at each other when we met. How could we engage in small talk?

Therefore, I nodded faintly at her and continued my way into the hospital.

When we brushed past each other, Nadia cursed, "B* tch."

I frowned and stopped in my tracks with displeasure." Did you have a bad upbringing, Nadia?"

If I chose to endure it after she had directed a blatant curse at me, then I would consider myself a coward.

Nadia let out a mocking laugh. "A woman like you doesn't deserve to be treated with respect.”

She put on her sunglasses after saying that, and I figured that the gaze behind those glasses was full of bitter resentment.

"If I'm not mistaken, Nadia, Theo was your initial goal." I sneered. "Do you know why both Theo and

Mason refuse to look at you in the eye?"

Just take it as if one was being bitten by a dog. When bitten by a dog, was I supposed to bite back?

I often found this saying strange. Later, I realized that the person who said this had automatically put themselves in the position of the dog. However, I was not a dog but a human. I could just beat it to death with a stick like humans normally did, no?

My words had cut Nadia to the quick and she broke down at once. "Who do you think you are? It's none of your business."

I sneered. "You coveted my husband. How is it none of my business?"

Many people admired Theo, and if I viewed all of them as an eyesore, then I would not have time to do anything else. I allowed Nadia to admire Theo, but she in turn treated me as an eyesore and provoked me time and again. If I ignored everything, then I would b e nothing but a coward.

As Nadia’s complexion turned green, I said in an indifferent tone, "You've probably never looked closely at yourself, nor have a clue about your own status.

"Do you feel better now?” I sat on the chair and asked her softly while holding her hand.

She nodded, her voice a little hoarse when she spoke, " It’s nothing serious. The anesthesia’s effects have worn off. It just hurts a little now."

In her case, a Caesarean section was the only option.

She would not feel any pain until the baby was taken out of her womb. However, when the effects had worn off, the pain she felt would be extremely torturous.

I rubbed her slightly cold hand, attempting to transfer my warmth to her. "Have you eaten?"

Perhaps my actions had made her feel some warmth a s her eyes were a little pink. "I had some oatmeal.”

I nodded, and after a long while of hesitation, I finally asked about the child.

Susan licked her slightly dry lips and let out a hint of a smile. "As this is a premature birth, the baby has to stay in the incubator for a while."