Moira's hand trembled, and the phone slipped from her grasp, landing on the ground with a loud pop.

Juliet woke up with a start and subconsciously looked to Moira. Seeing Moira wake up, Juliet was excited. "Thank god! Moira, how do you feel now?"

"Jul." Moira looked at Juliet, her voice trembling.

Juliet remembered something had fallen and leaned down to see Moira's phone on the ground.

As she picked it up, she saw the news feed on the lit-up screen and the picture of Alfie holding Claire underneath.

Juliet quivered out of anger. She didn't know if Moira had seen the news, so she hid her anger and acted normal in case Moira hadn't seen it and would feel worse. "I'll ask the doctor to come to take a look at you!"

Moira's eyes swept over the cell phone that Juliet put back on the bedside table. She said nothing, closed her eyes, and gently answered, "Thanks, Jul."

Juliet was still wearing the bridesmaid dress from yesterday. She had been staying by Moira's side since last night and didn't even have the time to change her clothes.

Moira did not want her best friend to worry about her anymore. Besides, it was time for her to come to reality.

So what if she and Alfie were childhood sweethearts for twelve years? With Claire around, she would always be Alfie's second choice. She used to tell herself It was okay as long as Alfie loved her. But now, the tearing pain all over her body was telling her it was not okay. It never was.

If Alfie loved her, how could he leave her behind for Claire again and again? She had had enough.

Moira had a tight grip on the sheets and gritted her teeth, which made the wounds on her body hurt more and more. The pain sobered her up. She was done for it!

Juliet soon came back with the doctor. Aiken brought back breakfast, and when he saw Moira finally wake up, he felt his nerves loosening up after being tense all night.

After the doctor finished examining Moira, Aiken fainted just as he walked out of the ward. Moira heard a noise outside and called out subconsciously, her face turning pale with panic. Juliet pacified her and hurried out.

Moira lay on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling. She had never hated herself so much.

Barclay Covington and Liden Dittman had just come out of the elevator when they saw Aiken, assisted by nurses and doctors, heading toward the lounge.

Linden hesitated. "Mr. Covington, that seems to be Mr. Jimenez."

Barclay's eyes flickered as he raised his hand, signaling for Linden to take a look at the situation. Linden hurriedly turned over and followed Aiken.

Barclay continued to walk deeper into the hallway. Soon, he was outside Moira's ward. He took a deep breath and walked in.

Hearing the footsteps, Moira slowly opened her eyes, only to meet Barclay in his gaze. She didn't expect him to be here, so she asked, "Mr. Covington? Why are you here?"

"Ms. Jimenez, I was the one who hit you yesterday. How can I make it up to you?" he answered flatly. His voice was low and distant.

Moira was stunned. She felt partially responsible for the car accident last night because she was careless while chasing Alfie.

Moira looked down at the gauze on her body without saying anything.

Suddenly, her cell phone buzzed, and the screen lit up. She turned her head sideways and tried to reach for the phone with difficulty, but she accidentally tore the wound. The pain made her face pale in an instant.

Barclay looked held the cell phone, placing it in front of her.

Moira saw the message from Claire before she took over her phone. That message gave her an absurd idea.

She didn't take the phone from Barclay's hand. Instead, she looked straight at him and said, "Let's get married."

She knew she was being ridiculous, but everyone laughed at her, and she wanted to give them a hard slap! Gritting her teeth, she repeated. "You, marry me."

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