Deanna, using the last of her rationality, gave orders to the servants beside her.
Although puzzled, the servants nodded and left.
In the hallway, Lance saw them coming out and thought something had happened. He quickly approached and asked with concern, "What's going on inside? Is something needed?"
"The missus didn't say, she just asked us to leave," one of the servants answered truthfully.
Lance felt puzzled as well but trusted Deanna completely. He quickly shifted topics and instructed, "Go down and tell the kitchen to prepare some nourishing soup. Also, if Braylon arrives, have him come up immediately."
"Yes," the servants responded and left.
Inside the room, the atmosphere was far from harmonious.
As soon as the servants left, Deanna couldn't hold back any longer and slapped Eula across the face.
Eula was caught off guard by Deanna's sudden action, her eyes filled with shock.
"Deanna, you are courting death!" she exclaimed, covering her face, her eyes filled with a murderous glare.
For a moment, Deanna was taken aback by Eula's fierce gaze but quickly replaced her fear with anger.
"What? Can't accept that I hit you? If killing wasn't illegal, I'd wish you were dead," Deanna said with venomous words.
She was furious. She and Dr. Cohen had worked so hard to save this woman from the brink of death, yet Eula seemed not to care about her own life for the sake of a man. To Deanna, it was an utterly foolish act.
Eula was stunned by Deanna's harsh words and stared at her blankly.
Noticing the change in Eula's expression, Deanna continued, "Eula, I thought you were smart. Turns out you're even dumber than I imagined. Do you think tearing your wound open again will make Lance care more about you?"
"Isn't that true?" Eula finally found her voice, refusing to back down in front of Deanna and raising her chin defiantly.
Deanna sneered, "As a friend, Lance will indeed care about you. But more than that, he'll ask me to take care of you because you are just friends. I am his fiancée. Don't bring up that you saved Lance's life; you know his character well. Once you two settled that matter, it ceased being a reason for you to manipulate him."
She continued sternly, "Of course, I didn't hit you because you're trying to get Lance's attention with these tactics. I'm angry because you're ruining the body Dr. Cohen and I worked so hard to save. As a doctor, that's intolerable. If you want to keep using such methods, don't do it under my watch. Whether you live or die then has nothing to do with me!"
After saying this, Deanna didn't wait to see Eula's reaction and turned to leave.
As for Eula's injuries, she wouldn't die from them. If she loved causing trouble so much, she could suffer the consequences.
Lance saw Deanna storming out angrily and frowned slightly.
"What happened? Did Eula upset you?"
"Eula tore her wound open herself. As for why, you can ask her," Deanna replied bluntly.
She had no intention of hiding this from Lance. Even reporting it didn't make her feel any better. She pursed her lips and said, "I don't want to treat her right now. Let Dr. Cohen stitch her up when he arrives. You go in; I want to check on Gregory and Chloe."
With that, Deanna headed upstairs.
Lance watched her leave, his frown deepening before he entered the room.
Inside the room, Eula wasn't surprised to see Lance.
She thought Deanna would cover for her.
The next second, she heard Lance's displeased questioning, "Why?"
Eula remained silent, biting her lip.
At that moment, she felt an impulse to reveal all her feelings to Lance.
But rationality made her swallow back all the words she wanted to say.
Seeing her silence made Lance frown deeper as he coldly asked again, "Why aren't you speaking?"
"If I said I just didn't want to go back so soon?" Eula quickly found an excuse for herself.
Lance's frown deepened even more. "Who said anything about sending you back?"
"Who said it doesn't matter. I know you're just waiting for my wounds to heal before dumping me back in Espuenia to clean up your messes. Lance, I'm telling you, I'm a patient right now and severely injured at that. You can't treat me like this!" Eula said with righteous indignation.
Lance felt a headache coming on and coldly replied, "I don't care who filled your head with nonsense. I won't send you away until your wounds are healed."
Hearing this, Eula finally showed a satisfied smile and felt a sense of relief.
She had managed to bluff her way through.