“Amara?”
“Juliettt…” Amara broke down the second she heard her voice, the wail slipping out no matter how hard she tried to hold it back.
There was a sharp pause on the other end.
“What the hell happened?” Juliet’s voice turned panicked instantly, shock and worry filling every word. “Are you crying?”
“I-I’m at the hos-hospital,” Amara sniffled helplessly. “I want to go home…”
“I’m coming right now. Stop crying.” Juliet’s voice became firm immediately despite the panic underneath it. “Which hospital?”
“Springfield.”
Amara heard the sound of keys jingling through the phone, followed by hurried footsteps and a car door slamming shut.
“Stay there. Don’t go anywhere alone, okay? I’ll be there soon.”
The call ended quickly after that.
An hour later, Juliet stood beside Amara at the hospital reception desk while Amara quietly signed her discharge papers with trembling hands.
And Juliet looked absolutely furious.
Juliet had rushed straight to the hospital, her long blonde wavy hair pinned up messily in a claw clip, loose strands falling around her face. She was in jeans and an oversized T-shirt that readDon’t talk to me before I talk to you.
Her sharp eyes burned with anger as she kept looking at Amara’s pale face and swollen red eyes, her jaw clenched so tightly it looked like she was holding herself back from exploding.
“He should be ashamed of himself,” she finally snapped loudly, nearly slamming the pen onto the counter. “I swear to God, I hope his company collapses one day. Was that damn business party more important than you? How can he do this to you?”
The nurse behind the desk glanced up awkwardly.
But Juliet didn’t care.
“You only went to that stupid party because of him!” she continued angrily. “It’s not like you wanted to go there for yourself. He asked you to go with him!”
Her voice grew louder with every word.
“And then he acts like you don’t even exist and leaves you alone there? What the hell is wrong with him?”
Juliet’s eyes turned red with anger.
“And now you’re in the hospital, and he doesn’t even care?!” she nearly shouted. “What kind of husband does that?”
Juliet slammed the pen down on the counter so hard it slipped from her hand and rolled across the desk.
The nurse looked startled.
Amara quickly reached for Juliet’s arm and whispered softly,
“Calm down… lower your voice.”
“The hell I will,” Juliet snapped furiously. “I don’t care who hears me.”
Then her voice suddenly cracked.
“You have a brain tumor, Amara.”
The words came out shaking so badly that Juliet almost couldn’t finish them.
