Alison POV
By the third day, I was discharged. Vandyke brought me some fresh clothes and gave me my purse, but only my IDs were in it; still, no phones or laptop.
“Are you going to be home alone? You need someone to assist you. Should I call your mom?”
“No!” I shot his suggestion down as quickly as he suggested it.
“You can’t be home alone after…”
“I said no! Are you my dad? Why are you acting like you own me? I can take care of myself.” I yelled at him.
And left the ward before he could say anything to me, he didn’t follow me and by the time I made it to the OPD I was sorry for the way I had treated him. He rescued me, paid my hospital bills and I was outright rude to him. He didn’t deserve that.
I got back into the elevator and went back upstairs to the VIP ward to apologize. When
