Page 88 of Dr. Damaged Protector

“So, what made you change your mind?” I asked.

“Get this: he told me that you tried to seduce him, and when he refused, you punched him in the face,” Kate replied.

We were on our way back to our houses. She lived down my street, so we were going to stop at my house first before heading to hers.

“That is what he came up with?” I raised a brow and remarked, “To be honest I am impressed.”

“I'm not,” she sighed. “I couldn't also take the way he treated me anymore. Using me like some kind of sex relieve toy.”

“And here I was thinking you were into BDSM,” I laughed, “but at least you came to your senses.”

“At least I did before it was too late,” she said. “Also, I saw the ex-wife talking to you. I was so scared.”

“You saw me? You could have come and help me out,” I pouted.

“I would have loved to but my girlfriend was sacrificing herself for my sake, but I didn't want to ruin that chivalry,” she said placing her hand on her chest. “What kind of friend do you think I am?”

“A coward,” I snickered and rolled my eyes.

“That lived to tell the tale,” she said as she rested her head on my shoulder. “I'm really sorry for everything I said.”

“I should be the one apologizing. I didn't know I made you feel like that with my arrogance,” I said. “You're trying your best and yet I made it look like you weren't. I'm really sorry.”

“No it's okay,” she said. “I think it's actually time I start a new life. Move away from gold digging and maybe use some of the money he gave me to start up something.”

“Not sure if you should actually use his money. In my case, I returned everything that was given to me,” I advised. “It helps keep the conscience clear.”

“I'll keep that in mind, thank you,” she said.

It was good to have my best friend back.

****

As planned, the taxi dropped me off at my place and drove off to drop Kate at hers. I took in a deep breath and made my way into my aunt's house.

“Guess who's back?!” I asked as I opened the door.

There was silence was almost like no one was at home.

“Auntie?” I called out, but there was no response.

I started to panic as I made my way upstairs to her room. I found her asleep, and let out a sigh of relief, but she didn't look too good. She has lost weight, which is strange because I knew she had enough to eat.

“Auntie?” I called.

She opened her eyes and turn to me smiling weakly. “Oh hey, Olivia, you're back?”

Still trying to act like there was nothing wrong.

“Auntie, what is all this? Why are you in bed?” I asked.

“Because I'm tired?” she retorted. “I'm just trying to get some Zs in. I'm alright.”

Working in a hospital for the past few months made me recognize a sick patient when I saw one.

“Stop lying to me. What happened?” I demanded.

“You're right I should stop lying,” she answered. “I have developed pulmonary hypertension.”

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