Blair felt her heart break for Talbot. ‘Is he really..' "Fine. I'll come and visit Talbot."

“You don't want to see me?"

“No, I don't."

It was not until then that Wesley realized that he should have let

Talbot make the phone call with him lying in bed as the dying patient.

Blair rushed to the hospital at once.

A nurse told her that Talbot was in Ward 302.

She ran to the ward and pushed the door open. The next thing she knew, someone hugged her from behind.

"Babe, you are finally here."

Blair turned around and gasped.

“Aren't you injured? Isn't this

Talbot's ward?"

“He was miraculously cured and has already left. My cuts have been dressed."

Wesley's arms were bandaged in gauze. There were stains of the yellow sterilizing fluid on his arms

Blair knew at that moment that she had been tricked.

“Where did Talbot go? You said he was gravely injured."

“He went home in a wheelchair with Bowman's help. He needs to rest and recuperate."

Blair sighed and wrenched free from his arms

"You! Go and sit!" she said, pointing to the bed.

“Where are you going?"

“I'm going to talk to the doctor about your condition."

“No need. I can be discharged right away."

“Then, why did you make me come here?" She rolled her eyes at him.

“Because it's easier for me to take you home from here," he said with a grin. He couldn't play rough at the Jenkins Residence. But he could do whatever he wanted in the hospital. He could fling her on his shoulder and carry her into his car any minute

Blair clenched her teeth.