Ariana Evans sat for a while longer before heading back to work.
The man, returning after a smoke, didn’t pause at all and took Olivia Zane with him when he left.
Titus Zane was left alone in the hospital without hiring a nurse.
In the evening, Ariana Evans brought over chicken soup made by the family’s nanny, and upon seeing her daughter alone in the ward, insisted on staying but was persuaded by Titus Zane to go back home.
Although she had lost a lot of blood and was still weak, it wasn’t to the extent that she couldn’t take care of herself.
Her mother had several surgeries every day, and Titus Zane couldn’t bear to add to her burdens.
After Ariana Evans left, only Titus Zane remained in the ward, lying in the hospital bed, staring blankly ahead.
The night had grown deep, yet she felt not the slightest hint of sleepiness, perhaps because she had slept through the previous day and night.
The quiet of the night always seems the most fitting time for longing.
Titus Zane thought of Paris, the city of romance.
Throughout countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters, she and Logan Ray had walked hand in hand along the streets.
Unconsciously, her hand reached up to her right cheek, to the spot where Nathan Moore had struck her.
The mark from his fingers had faded, but Titus Zane could still feel a burning pain.
A pain that made her heart throb in agony.
Logan Ray would never hit her, not even raising his voice because he couldn’t bear to do so.
He was a man as gentle as jade, his temperament as soothing as his appearance, always making people want to lean on him.
Unlike Nathan Moore, that beast who was completely different behind closed doors—a gentleman on the outside, reverting to his true form once the door shut, worse than an animal!
"Logan, are you doing alright..."
Titus Zane couldn’t help but murmur to herself. She had always been independent from a young age; she didn’t cry even when sent to a foreign country, but at that moment, she couldn’t help but shed tears.
Unintentionally, it had been almost a year since she got entangled with Nathan Moore.
Although Nathan had never been physically abusive before, what he did in bed was countless times worse.
Sometimes, Titus Zane wondered whether she was still holding on because she truly worried about the Zane Family getting implicated or if she was just prone to being abused.
When Nathan Moore first took possession of her, she had despaired and even thought of death, staring blankly with a table knife in her hand while eating.
Nathan Moore, seemingly guessing her thoughts, coldly threatened, "Titus Zane, if you die, I will make sure the entire Zane Family goes down with you."
At that time, she numbly looked at Nathan Moore, "Including Olivia?"
Nathan Moore said, "Olivia is now my wife, not a member of the Zane Family."
From that day on, Titus Zane understood this man’s cold heart even better.
It is said that love for a person extends to the things they own, but in Nathan Moore’s eyes, Olivia was an independent entity, not belonging to the Zane Family, but to him alone.
The next morning, when Ariana Evans came to work at the hospital, she brought nourishing crucian carp soup and red bean drink for her eldest daughter and hurriedly left after placing the insulated container in the ward.
The chief neuro specialist had endless surgeries every day.
That day, Titus Zane’s ward was very quiet, with only her lying silently in the hospital bed, except for the comings and goings of the medical staff.
Nathan Moore did not visit the hospital at all that entire day.
Thinking of her mother’s unambiguous accusations the day before, Titus Zane couldn’t help but snort coldly.
Surely, that man was angry because his darling Olivia had been blamed by her mother, which is why he refused to show up.
Nathan Moore’s absence from the hospital was fine by Titus Zane. However, she was clear that it wouldn’t be easy to turn this page; the bill would surely be on her.
For her causing his darling to be aggrieved, how could she, the root of all troubles, have it easy?
This was the experience gained from numerous lessons.
For two consecutive days, Titus Zane stayed alone in the hospital.
Whenever her mother Ariana Evans had a break, she would come to visit her in the ward.
On the fourth day, Titus Zane was discharged from the hospital, and Nathan Moore’s assistant, Ewan Zimmerman, came to handle the discharge procedures.
He also drove her home.
Looking at the scenery retreating outside the car window, Titus Zane said to Ewan Zimmerman in the driver’s seat, "Assistant Zimmerman, please stop the car, I’d like to take a walk."
Ewan Zimmerman looked at her through the rearview mirror, his face showing difficulty.
"Miss Zane, the president ordered me to personally ensure you enter the house before I can leave. Please don’t make this hard for me."