Sweet Subterfuge novel by Trina Duo
Chapter 891

Larissa had slept the entire afternoon. So, she didn't feel the slightest bit tired now.

Moreover, she had something on her mind.

She preferred to go to the hospital and be by Wendy's side. She did not want to toss and turn in bed.

"She might wake up during the night. I want her to open her eyes and see a familiar face beside her."

She had been hospitalized on numerous occasions; she understood all too well the loneliness of lying in a hospital bed with no family or friends around.

She thought of all the recent stress Wendy had been through. She was worried Wendy might gradually crumble in the overwhelming solitude.

Kevan realized he couldn't sway her, so he didn't push the issue. "Okay. Finish up your meal first."

She hadn't eaten dinner and had only nibbled on some chicken in the afternoon.

Since she might spend the night at the hospital, he was concerned about her well-being.

"Alright."

Larissa exerted considerable effort to force down the food he had brought back.

Thankfully, the burger had become inedible after falling on the ground.

Or else she wouldn't have been able to finish it.

The hospital Wendy was in happened to be the one Larissa regularly visited.

It was conveniently close to Larissa's apartment.

Wendy occupied a private room. There was a fold-out bed set up near Wendy's bed for the caretaker.

At this moment, the caretaker was already asleep.

As the caretaker heard the sound of the door opening, she woke up all alert.

However, she immediately put on a wide smile upon seeing Kevan and inquired, "Mr. Rogers, what brings you back?"

Kevan replied, "You don't need to stay here tonight. I'll ensure you're compensated. Just pack up and head home."

The caretaker asked in a confused tone, "Why? Did I do something to disappoint you? Mr. Rogers, if there's anything I can improve on, please let me know."

He paid her twice as much as other employers, so she understandably didn't want to lose this opportunity.

"You've got the wrong idea," he clarified. He gestured toward Larissa, saying, "My wife wants to stay here and take care of Ms. Simmons. You can come back tomorrow morning." The caretaker, initially on edge, finally settled down.

She swiftly packed her belongings. "Alright. Mr. Rogers, if you need anything, don't hesitate to give me a call."

After the caretaker departed, Kevan rearranged the fold-out bed. "Do you need fresh sheets and a blanket?" he asked Larissa.

"No, thanks," Larissa replied. Her mind was too preoccupied with Wendy to be concerned about such details.

The room remained unlit, with only a faint glimmer seeping in from outside. Larissa had to be extremely close to see Wendy's face in the darkness.

As Kevan had mentioned, Wendy was indeed fast asleep. Her breathing was almost imperceptibly light, as though she were scarcely present.

Larissa couldn't determine whether it was due to the effects of anesthesia or the toll of her recent miscarriage.

Larissa had never gone through a miscarriage herself, so she couldn't fathom the extent of its physical toll. Nevertheless, she understood the heart-wrenching pain a mother could experience upon losing her child. She held Wendy's hand and sensed the chilling coldness. Her tears flowed uncontrollably again.

Kevan had quietly approached Larissa without her noticing.

"You've cried enough today." He empathized with her but felt powerless at this moment. All he could do was playfully issue a threat, saying, "Keep crying like this, and you'll go blind." "I couldn't care less," she responded nonchalantly.

In reality, she almost wished she would lose her sight so that she could be spared from witnessing all the terrible things that had happened to them.

She softly sighed. She asked Kevan in an uneasy tone, "Do you think Wendy will hate me for the rest of her life?"