“I'm sorry, Matthew, but please let me hold your hand for a moment.

Changing the dressing hurts," she said in a weak voice.

“Paige,” he called out. He wanted Paige to come over and replace him, but he suddenly remembered that he asked her to get some medicine in the pharmacy.

However, he still refused Camille's request, and withdrew his hand coldly.

"I'm sorry, I'm married." He then turned his back on her and looked out of the window. When Paige came back, he would leave immediately.

Camille couldn't do anything but gnash her teeth silently while the nurse was changing her dressing.

But all of a sudden, the nurse screamed, "Ahhh! Camille, don't grab me.

It hurts."

Camille immediately released the nurse's arm and apologized weakly,

“I'm sorry."

“Camille, please hold on a little Longer. I'll be as gentle as I can.

Don't touch your wound because it might get infected. Sir, can you help me control the patient, please? I can't apply the medicine to her wound if she's like this," the nurse told Matthew helplessly.

After hesitating for a while, he eventually returned to Camille's bedside. Looking at her bleeding shoulder, he reached out his hand to hold her arm.

Perhaps it was really painful because tears started to well up in

Camille's eyes. To avoid letting out a shriek, she bit her lips and endured the pain in silence.

When the nurse pulled off the bloody gauze, she squeezed Matthew's hand with all her might.

He wanted to withdraw his hand again and stay away from her. But since the nurse was beside him and carefully applying the medicine, he restrained the urge to shake her hand off.

Meanwhile, Erica had already found Camille's ward number. She stood outside, watching the scene through the glass pane. She was about to open the door, but her hand froze in midair.

While the nurse was applying medicine to Camille's wound, Matthew was holding her with his left hand while his right hand was in his pocket.

Watching the scene made her feel Like her heart was being clenched tightly by a giant hand. The sharp pain made her difficult to breathe.

She held her chest and sat down on the bench beside the door, trying to ease her mood.

Since she got pregnant, she had become short-tempered. Right at this moment, all she wanted to do was rush over and strangle Camille to death.

To control her emotion, she closed her eyes tightly and kept reminding herself inwardly, ‘Calm down, Erica. Think of the babies inside your belly.'

Inside the ward, Matthew couldn't take it anymore.

He ruthlessly shook off Camille's hand that was still holding him firmly. He then said mercilessly, “Miss Camille, Let me remind you again. I am already married.”