Emma sat in the hospital corridor, her mind swirling with a mix of fear and determination. Her eyes were red from crying, and her body ached with exhaustion. She glanced up as the sound of approaching footsteps broke the heavy silence. Her heart sank when she saw Zina, Tom’s sister, striding toward her with a slim-figured girl by her side. The girl’s smirk sent a chill down Emma’s spine.
Zina’s eyes were blazing with anger. “This is all your fault!” she spat, her voice laced with venom. “My brother is lying in that bed, barely alive, because of you. Ever since he’s been with you, he hasn’t been himself.”
Emma felt a wave of guilt crash over her, but she forced herself to stand her ground. “I love Tom,” she said, her voice trembling. “I would never do anything to hurt him.”
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