When she entered, Jessica’s complexion was significantly better than before; it seemed her recovery over the past few days had been quite good.
The small table across her hospital bed held food that was clearly not from the hospital cafeteria. Before looking up, she assumed it was Bradley. Turning her head, she saw Angela. The smile on her face visibly faded, replaced by an increasingly cold expression. She had long since shown her true colors to Angela, and now she didn’t even bother to pretend.
“Who is it? Oh, it’s Dr. Ballard.”
Hearing this barbed tone again, Angela didn’t have the energy to engage in idle chatter. After observing Jessica’s rosy complexion, she went to find a nurse and requested her recent medical reports.
“You’re in perfect condition to be discharged now.”
Jessica
