Chapter 6
Evelyn's POV
I lay in the hospital bed, my entire body in extreme pain, yet it couldn't match the cold desolation in my heart.
The driver was drunk? He'd make the perpetrator pay the price?
As the true culprit, he could disguise this crash as an accident. Truly worthy of Jason.
But now wasn't the time to expose everything.
Forcibly suppressing all the churning emotions back into my heart, not wanting to watch his stellar performance anymore, I closed my eyes.
"I'm a bit tired. I want to rest."
Jason silently watched me for two seconds.
Then he tucked the blanket around me properly.
"Alright, I won't disturb you. I'll be right outside. Call me if you need anything."
He turned and left. The hospital room door closed gently.
Once the space contained only me, my eyes held a cold clarity.
I didn't understand why, now that the Johnson family had long declined and his beloved had returned, Jason still continued the charade of loving me deeply instead of just confronting me directly about ending things.
But regardless of what he was planning, I only needed to endure until the divorce proceedings were complete. Then I'd never have to see that hypocritical face again.
In the following days, Jason came to the hospital almost every day.
He prepared food and medicine for me, consulted with doctors about my condition-attentive and caring as always, continuing to play his role as a devoted husband.
One afternoon, Jason suddenly received a phone call.
I clearly saw his expression shift at whatever was said on the other end.
"Wait for me. I'll be right there."
Ending the call, Jason put away his phone and told me,
"There's a problem with a project at the company. I need to go handle it. Rest and recover well."
Before I could respond, he hurried out, not even taking his jacket.
After that day, Jason didn't show up again for about a week.
He sent a text explaining:
"This project is a bit tricky. I need to travel for business for a while. Take good care of yourself. I'll bring you a gift when I get back."
After reading the message, I didn't care much and turned off the screen, focused only on recovering quickly so I could be discharged.
Until I overheard two nurses chatting.
"...People really can't be compared. That Miss Prescott in the VIP room downstairs just twisted her ankle, yet Mr. Hunter has kept her admitted for almost a week now. He comes to stay with her every day..."
"You mean that Amanda Prescott? Yesterday, I saw Mr. Hunter was personally peeling an apple for her and feeding her piece by piece. My God, I'm so jealous."
"But isn't Mr. Hunter supposed to be devoted to Mrs. Hunter? That Miss Prescott downstairs just twisted her ankle, yet Mr. Hunter stays with her every day while completely ignoring Mrs. Hunter who was seriously injured in a car accident."
"I think that woman downstairs is probably Mr. Hunter's true love..."
The two nurses gradually moved away. My emotions remained exceptionally calm.
I wasn't at all surprised to learn that Jason, who'd claimed to be on a business trip, was actually staying with Amanda.
But I still threw off the blanket and got out of bed.
Supporting myself against the wall, I took the elevator down to the VIP room.
I stood outside the slightly ajar door and through the gap saw the scene inside.
Amanda was half-reclined against the headboard, her ankle wrapped in gauze, her face bright with smiles.
Jason sat beside the bed, holding a bowl of soup that seemed to be steaming. He gently blew on a spoonful to cool it, then carefully brought it to Amanda's lips.
The focused expression on his profile, that tenderness I'd once known so well now it only disgusted me.
I should have turned and walked away.
But my feet seemed nailed in place.
Just then, Amanda suddenly reached out and gently tugged Jason's sleeve.
"Even though I twisted my ankle in this accident, the doctor said our baby is fine. You don't need to be so nervous and spend all your time watching over me."
The words hit me like a thunderclap, leaving me breathless.
Baby?
Amanda... was pregnant with Jason's child?