Chapter 6

Celine POV

I staggered back several steps, my waist hitting the sharp edge of the table hard.

Instantly, I gasped in pain, unable to stand straight.

Realizing he'd used too much force and hurt me, Westley guiltily started to come help me up, but then Sophie Evans cried out in pain from the other side.

"My... my foot hurts so much."

Westley stopped in his tracks, his attention drawn to her as he quickly turned and walked to her side. "What's wrong? Where are you hurt?"

"I think I twisted my ankle. I can't move..." Sophie Evans raised her soft, pitiful eyes, crying pitifully with tears streaming down. "Mr. Ford, please don't blame Miss Sterling. She was just too angry so she pushed me. If it weren't for my presence causing her to misunderstand, she wouldn't have done this..."

Westley's emotions were complex and conflicted, his handsome face tense.

"Stop talking. Let me take you to the hospital to check your foot first."

I was in so much pain I couldn't straighten my back, cold sweat pouring down as I tried to call out to him. Looking up, I saw only his back as he carried Sophie Evans away.

Sophie Evans smiled triumphantly at me, showing off her victory.

That scene was like a sharp blade piercing straight through me, stabbing me until I was bloody and riddled with wounds.

Thinking of how he had just apologized to me earlier, saying we wouldn't fight anymore, the moment now felt extremely ironic.

Was I the one throwing tantrums, or had he clearly changed his heart but refused to admit it?

My whole body itched and ached, my skin covered in large red hives. The suffocating feeling of the allergic reaction surged like a tidal wave.

I tried to take out my phone to call emergency services, but just as I unlocked it, everything suddenly went black.

After a spell of dizziness, I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital room, the smell of disinfectant filling my nostrils.

I stared blankly at the ceiling as a nurse's voice came from beside me.

"You're finally awake. Do you know you went into allergic shock? If you'd been brought to the hospital any later, your life would have been in danger."

I was severely allergic to mangoes and normally wouldn't dare eat or drink anything related to them.

After the nurse left the room, without hesitation, I decisively picked up my phone and made a call.

"Hello, I want to report a crime. Someone deliberately tried to murder me."

The person who arrived before the police was Westley.

He stood by the hospital bed, his brow furrowed tightly.

"I received word that you filed a police report, accusing Sophie of trying to harm you?"

I responded with a cold statement.

"That's correct."

Westley's frown deepened.

"I've already notified the police station. The police won't be coming."

His unexpected words reached my ears, and I looked at him in shock.

"What did you say?"

"Sophie would never do something like this."

Westley's expression was dark.

"Besides, you were clearly the one who pushed her, causing her ankle injury. How can you falsely accuse her first?"

I couldn't believe it. My hands gripped the bedsheet tightly as I couldn't control my emotions, accusing him,

"Westley, she deliberately added mango juice to my orange juice. When I tried to go to the hospital, she deliberately blocked me, so I couldn't help but push her!"

His gaze grew darker with displeasure.

"If you didn't want to accept her apology, fine, but why must you slander her like this?"

"I'm slandering her? Then what is this?"

I rolled up my sleeves, exposing the skin on both my arms, covered entirely in unsightly red hives.

Actually, I had hives on my face too, but he seemed to overlook them.

My lips trembled.

"Did I deliberately do this to myself just to slander her? You'll know the truth if you just investigate!"

After seeing the glaring allergic symptoms on my body, Westley froze for a long time.

His face darkened as he actually went to investigate.When Westley came to the hospital room again, his tone and attitude were clearly more apologetic.

"She's admitted to it. This matter is indeed related to her."

I pressed my lips together, not yet reacting.

Westley immediately continued.

"But she didn't do it on purpose."

I laughed. "Not on purpose?"