[Flora's POV]
The back of the luxury car was packed. Why was it said to be packed? It would have been spacious if Marshall had sent me to the hospital alone even if I were either leaning on his shoulder or lying down on the seat.
However, Marshall had brought Beyonce along, because, as I had expected, the b*tch had also chosen to faint.
Out of a humanitarian spirit, my tribesmen wouldn't leave others in the lurch. Since I had to be sent to the hospital, they'd naturally let Beyonce get treatment too.
However, Marshall didn't even look for another car and had let Beyonce get into our private car. His excuse Was that saving her was more important.
How shameless of him to keep two beauties by his side in his embrace!
Beyonce didn't stop making a fuss while she was in the car. One moment, she was shouting "cold" and the next moment, she was shouting "pain". It was as if our Southwind Tribe was some ferocious beast in that after staying inside for a while, her body and mind were about to be destroyed.
I wasn't as noisy as she was and had just rested my head on Marshall's shoulder. The hot breath I exhaled through my nose would tell him that I needed to be cooled down quickly.
Therefore, although this man kept consoling the b*tch, his hands never left me. He took turns using his hands which were colder than mine to lower my temperature.
Beyonce moaned all the way but barely received any substantial attention. Frankly speaking, I was a little happy.
Hence, when we reached the hospital, I pretended to be woken up by the heat. After understanding the situation, I asked the doctor to do a full-body checkup on Beyonce.
My avoidance of her in my previous life caused me to end up in such a miserable state. In this life, I want the entire world to know how well I treat her and what a b*tch she was.
After the checkup, my body condition could be seen to be both minor or serious. This was because I had stayed in the cold water for too long to save someone. Moreover, I had hit my head in the water. My external injuries hadn't healed yet, so I had a fever.
I survived this little injury on my own in my previous life. I hadn't been in a good mood and didn't feel well, so I hid in my room and licked my wounds alone. Other than Lucy, no one knew what I had been through. No one knew how sad I was when I found out that Marshall had broken his promise. They were all sympathizing with Beyonce's miserable fate.
So in this life, I decided that I was going to change my strategy. Why should I hide in my room and shoulder everything by myself? Why should I silently endure the pain? I want to be hospitalized. I want to get treatment openly. I want the entire world to know how great a blow the betrayal was to me.
I drifted into a light sleep in the hospital bed while I was on the IV drip, wondering when Marshall would be back.
He went to look for the b*tch immediately after hearing that I was fine.
Since he acted heartlessly first, I was going to act the same. I wasn't the one in the wrong. In the survival phase of our marriage, he was the one who had cheated on me. After I gathered all the evidence, I would kick him out!
Only after my IV drip was almost finished did Marshall slowly return. What made me speechless was that he brought Beyonce in too.
Beyonce had clearly just gotten up from the hospital bed. Her hospital gown was loosely fitted on her and it looked like her entire body was immersed in it. She looked weak as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
Was it that difficult to put on one of a suitable size? Wasn't her plan just to seduce Marshall given how wide the collar was?
Beyonce saw that I was awake and walked awkwardly to the bed. She said softly, "I heard that Luna isn't feeling well. I was very worried and came to see you to apologize."
Marshall stood at the side. He didn't ask how I was doing. He stood up straight, his ears tilted to the side, waiting for my reply.
Look at what the b*tch was saying. Why did I faint? She took all the blame away from her and even pretended to care about me. How shameless.
It would be meaningless to use the same trick again. If I fainted at this moment, I had no idea what Beyonce might do with Marshall in front of my hospital bed. Instead of letting her act alone, it would be better for me to act along with her.
"How are you feeling? I heard that you fainted too." I tried my best to sit up straight to show how much regard I show for this person who had fallen ill and sent for medical treatment when she had just come to the tribe.
Beyonce slipped visibly and fell straight to the ground. Marshall caught her. "I'm fine. The doctor said I'm fine."
Marshall chimed in, "She just woke up but said that she wants to come to see you. She's a kind girl."
"Is that so?" I smiled and picked up a file on the bedside table with my free hand. "I'm the luna and you're a slave, so the doctor gave me your medical report directly. I just woke up. Let's take a look at it together now."
"Oh my god, Beyonce, are you that weak? You have a bad heart, a bad stomach, and bad shoulders."
As my words fell, Beyonce scrambled to cover the part I mentioned. I smiled to myself and read on, stealing a glance at Marshall's expression. His heart ached so much that his face had become twisted.
He came to help Beyonce up almost as soon as I finished reading, but he looked at me and said, "You've already apologized. Luna will forgive you. You're not feeling well, hurry up and go get some rest."
Beyonce looked at me apologetically and waited for me to ask her to go back.
I kindly flipped to the first page of the document. Before giving it to her, I looked at the name in surprise.
"I'm sorry, I took the wrong report. This report is mine."