Nancy looked down guiltily and took out Curt's phone from the tea-table drawer. Curt took the phone, frowned. The phone was turned off.
Messages bombarded for a good few seconds as soon as he turned on his phone. Seeing that Curt wasn't making a move, Nathalia grew angry again, "What the hell are you still standing here for? Go to the hospital now! She needs you." She yelled impatiently.
To her surprise, Curt simply put the phone away, sat himself down on the sofa, and said casually, "What's the point? I'm not a doctor anyway."
"Ahhhhh," Nathalia shrieked, not being able to take it anymore. She pushed Matt away, grabbed the forks and knives and plates of food, anything she could, and threw at Curt. Asshole! Go to hell!
Again, Curt didn't expect Nathalia would be so angry and failed to duck. He was hit a few times and covered by food. He bounced up angrily, his face red, "Get this crazy girl out of my house!" he yelled.
