She Flash-Married To His Rival
Chapter 6

Juliet returned with Moira's examination reports and saw Moira quietly sitting there. Barclay was nowhere to be seen.

Juliet asked curiously, "Has he left?"

Moira came back to her senses and looked at Juliet. "Yeah. Some emergency at the company."

Aiken hadn't returned yet. Juliet sat on the chair behind Moira and leaned on her shoulders. "Moira, what did you ask for compensation?" asked Juliet.

Moira turned around to look at Juliet and inhaled slightly. "I was not thinking straight on that day, so I..."

"What? What did you do?" asked Juliet. She had known Moira for years and knew she was not a greedy girl, or else she wouldn't be abandoned.

"Relax, sweetie. He's rich. Money is not a problem for him. So how much did you ask for? I'm so excited!" Juliet continued.

"I didn't ask for money. I made a request," answered Moira.

"Well, what request?" Juliet was more and more curious.

Moira never intended to hide from Juliet, but somehow, she felt embarrassed by what she said that day.

"Girls, we are ready to go." Aiken came back at this moment.

Moira glanced at Juliet and said, "I'll tell you later."

Everything happened so fast and weirdly. She had to think of a way to put it.

Moira was in a wheelchair, and there were a few steps to the hospital entrance. She had to stand up and walk down the stairs. She had almost recovered except for the fractured calf. A wheelchair would make her daily life easier.

Aiken carried her wheelchair down the stairs, not noticing Alfie and Claire walking up.

Juliet was talking to Moira when she suddenly heard Claire's voice. "Moira."

They had been more than familiar with this voice, and the smile on Moira's face immediately disappeared. She asked, "What are you doing here?"

She turned around and found Alfie was also there. Moira had been at the hospital for a month, and every time Alfie came to visit, Juliet and Aiken would ask him to leave.

Hearing this, Claire quivered, and her face turned pale. "Moira, I'm so sorry!" she cried. Claire looked pitiful and fragile as if Moira had bullied her.

Moira coldly watched Claire's Oscar-winning performance-every freaking time. And Claire never got tired of this.

Moira used to be pissed off by her, but after a month spent at the hospital, she now found it amusing. "Save your fake tears for Alfie. I'm done for it." "Sorry, Moira. I didn't mean to..." said Claire. She shook her head in panic, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Alfie frowned and said, "Moira, could you be nice to Claire?"

"Nice, huh?" Moira glanced at Alfie and slapped hard at Claire's face. She added, "Is this nice enough?"

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"Moira Jimenez!" Alfie yelled at Moira. His face instantly darkened. "Why did you do that? She's having a depression attack. It's not like she can control it." Claire pretended to hold him back and begged him. "Alfie, don't blame Moira. This is all my fault. I ruined your wedding, and this is what I deserve." Moira got tired of Claire's acting and hopped away.

Juliet spat in front of the two of them and said, "It's not your fault. After all, you have depression. Of course, the world should go your way."