Eleanor was wheeled out of the emergency room and transferred to a regular ward.
Her hand injury was serious, but thanks to timely intervention, her life was out of danger.
Mrs. Quinn’s eyes were swollen from crying.
Nora, entirely indifferent to Eleanor’s fate, lingered briefly in the hospital room before stepping out.
Behind her came Daniel’s biting voice. “Well? Are you satisfied now?”
She turned to look at him, her expression unreadable and calm.
Was he really trying to lay Eleanor’s suicide attempt at her feet?
“What does her suicide have to do with me?” she replied coolly.
Daniel stared, unsettled by her apathy. Her coldness ran deeper than he’d ever imagined.
“She was hurt, Nora. You shouldn’t have used Una to provoke her.” This, above all, was what Daniel couldn’t accept.
At her lowest, all Eleanor wanted was her fiancé’s comfort. But Nora had brought up Una right in front of her, even letting Hans and her act so close. How could Eleanor possibly bear it?
A surge of anger rose in Nora’s chest, hot and sharp, making her heart pound.
“I asked her about it in the room. She insisted I say it to her face. So I did, and she couldn’t handle it. How is that my fault?”
“She had no idea what you and Hans were going to say.” Daniel’s tone was harsh.
Nora dug her nails into her palm, her gaze icy.
“Daniel, if you hadn’t hidden the fact that Hans was the one who took Una in the first place, none of this would have happened.”
She turned away, frustration twisting in her gut, making her stomach cramp with pain.
“Nora, there were gentler ways to handle this, but you were too reckless,” Daniel pressed. “You’ve just made everything worse.”
“And now,” he added quietly, “you still have no idea where Una is.”
His voice was calm, but his eyes were cold.
Nora knew exactly what he was thinking: he blamed her for hurting Eleanor.
A bitter ache rose in her throat, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
But she refused to let him see her weakness.


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