Chapter 71
Mitchell slowly opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat unfocused, eventually settling on me.
Worry instantly flooded his eyes. He disregarded the pain and looked me up and down.
"Seraphine."
Mitchell's voice was hoarse and weak. He struggled to raise his hand. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
I watched him coldly, silent.
After looking me over, Mitchell let out a sigh of relief. "I'm relieved to see you're okay. As long as you're safe, I don't care what happens to me. I'm willing to give everything for you."
The same old lines.
If it were the old me, blinded by love, I might have been moved to tears.
But now, hearing his heartfelt confession, I only felt suspicion and vigilance.
It was all too coincidental, so coincidental it felt like a script.
I didn't respond to Mitchell. I took a step forward and looked directly at his pale face."Mitchell, tell me honestly, was this car accident a self-directed act of self-inflicted injury?"
Mitchell's expression froze instantly, as if he were guilty, or as if he hadn't expected me to ask that.
He looked up, his eyes filled with shock and hurt, his lips trembling."Seraphine, how could you think that!"
Mitchell became agitated, trying to sit up, but the movement pulled at his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.
He still looked at me stubbornly, his voice trembling with grievance. "I almost died saving you! How can you suspect that this was my calculation? No matter how despicable I am, I would never use your safety for a show!"
Mitchell grew more and more agitated, even raising his uninjured hand. "I, Mitchell, swear to God, if this car accident was deliberately designed by me, may I die a horrible death!"
His reaction was intense, his eyes red.
His heartbroken expression could have fooled anyone.
But not me.
If Mitchell hadn't been such a good actor in my past life, he wouldn't have been able to play me for a fool.
I watched Mitchell's performance coldly, unmoved.
Seeing that I didn't believe him, he lost control even more, even trying to get out of bed despite his injuries.
He fell heavily to the floor with a dull thud!
The IV needle was pulled out, and blood instantly seeped from the back of his hand.
He curled up in pain, but still struggled to look up at me, his eyes desperate and stubborn. "You don't believe me. I'll prove it to you."
The commotion alerted the doctors and nurses outside.
"What's going on? How did the patient fall?"
"Quick! Help him back to bed! Check the wound!"
"Ms. Whitaker, the patient's condition is unstable right now. He can't be subjected to too much emotional stimulation! Please be considerate and take good care of him. Don't provoke him anymore!"
The doctor instructed the nurses to help Mitchell back into bed while sternly warning me.
I took a deep breath, and under the disapproving gazes of the doctors and nurses, I suppressed my further questions.
I couldn't add unnecessary trouble for the already busy medical staff because of my own suspicions.
And I certainly didn't want to be labeled as heartless and cruel for provoking my savior.
"I understand, doctor. I'll be careful."
The doctors and nurses gave a few more instructions before leaving.
The hospital room returned to silence.
I looked at the increasingly weak Mitchell on the bed and walked over.
Mitchell looked at me eagerly, his voice weak. "Do you believe me now?"
I looked down at him and sneered."Mitchell, listen to me. I will get to the bottom of this. If I find out that this was really a carefully planned act,"
I paused, my voice cold, "you won't be able to bear the consequences."
However, Mitchell showed no signs of guilt.
Instead, he seemed to be eager for me to investigate. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze open and full of affection."Seraphine, go ahead and investigate. I, Mitchell, have a clear conscience. As long as you can calm down, you can investigate however you want."
Looking at Mitchell's open and honest expression, I felt even more nauseous."Keep acting. Of course, I'll investigate thoroughly, and I won't be fooled by your act."
"No matter what, you're just wasting your time. Just give up!"
Mitchell sighed, looking wronged. "You won't believe me no matter what? But it doesn't matter. I have a clear conscience. I'm not afraid of you investigating. Go ahead."
I snorted and turned to leave.
Mitchell called out to me from behind."You promised to take care of me. Don't go."
I paused and turned back, looking at him expressionlessly. "What, you won't even let me go home to sleep?"
"You can sleep here. There's an empty bed. I'll need someone to take care of me at night too. What if I have to go to the bathroom?"Mitchell looked wronged. "Stay here."
I took a deep breath, my patience wearing thin.
Normally, I had already told Mitchell that I had slept with Octavius.
Did he and Brielle still think that getting close to me could make me change my mind?
Thinking this, I asked directly, "Mitchell, I think I need to remind you. Octavius and I are now mutually pursuing each other. Even if you died for me, I wouldn't be grateful."
Mitchell's expression froze.
I said coldly, "And, I've already told you, I'm never going back. How can you still be so deluded as to think I'll get back together with you?"
"Don't you think it's ridiculous? Or did you hit your head in the car accident?"
Mitchell's face grew uglier and uglier, his breathing ragged. "Don't say that! I don't mind that you slept with him. As long as you belong to me in the end, that's all that matters."
"Then what makes you think that after having such a handsome and outstanding man like Octavius, I would still look at you?"I crossed my arms and looked at him leisurely.
Mitchell's face was ashen, and he could barely maintain his affectionate expression.
Just then, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist!
His palm was cold from weakness.
I was startled and instinctively tried to pull away.
"Seraphine."
But Mitchell held on tightly, refusing to let go, his brows furrowed."My head hurts. Touch it. Maybe it won't hurt so much then."
A wave of disgust and nausea washed over me. I used all my strength to try and break free from him."Let go!"
Just then, my peripheral vision caught a tall, familiar figure at the door of the hospital room.
Octavius stood there quietly, his face cold and stern.
My heart sank. I understood instantly.
Mitchell had seen Octavius all along!
All his weakness and headache just now were all an act for Octavius.
I turned my head abruptly and looked at Mitchell on the bed.
Sure enough, there was no longer any trace of pain or affection on his face. A triumphant smile played on his lips as he looked towards Octavius at the door.