Even with that suspicion, Dylan didn’t press further, but,
“Then what was that trauma thing you mentioned earlier?”
Wanting to know more about Lola, he asked something else.
“Oh, that?”
It wasn’t a question she hadn’t anticipated.
Given his sharp intuition, she had expected he wouldn’t let the mention of trauma slide, so she had prepared an answer in advance.
“I thought if I answered like that, it would make Frank feel awkward, and he wouldn’t ask any more questions, so I ended up telling a little lie.”
“Hmm…” Dylan frowned.
‘There must be some trauma.’
His gaze was sharp, as if he were trying to determine whether her words were true or false. Lola didn’t avoid his gaze and spoke next.
“I won’t lie to you.”
Though Dylan felt that Lola seemed to be hiding something, he didn’t ask any further and pretended to be easily convinced.
“Okay. You’re kind.”
Then, as he settled over her body, Dylan captured Lola’s lips. Soon, their breaths grew heavier as their bodies pressed against each other.
At the same time, the air in the bedroom heated up rapidly, and thus the night of passion was drawing to a close.
******
After lunch, when they had a moment to spare, Lola and Gia stood in front of the nurse station, sipping coffee and chatting softly.
“I heard the patient who was brought to the emergency room the other day was a suspect undergoing a prosecutor’s investigation?”
Gia’s face was filled with concern as she asked, confirming what she had heard while watching Lola sip her coffee. Lola shrugged slightly.
“Yeah. But that patient is still in a coma.”
Gia sighed heavily.
“Still, be careful not to get hurt. The wedding is coming up soon.”
“Yeah. I’ll be careful.”
As they faced each other, both of them smiled brightly, but then they heard footsteps approaching. Gia turned her head first, and Lola followed a moment later.
Now, just seeing this man’s face made Lola feel inexplicably annoyed.
Seeing the man who suddenly appeared in front of the nurse station, Gia asked in surprise.
“What brings you here, Frank?”
When Frank appeared in a neat suit, it felt as if the air in the hospital had changed. Perhaps it was due to the sharpness and authority typical of a prosecutor, but the atmosphere instantly felt tense.
“I didn’t come here to see you.”
True to his blunt nature, Frank announced his presence with a curt response. Lola didn’t interrupt their conversation and pretended to sip her coffee.
Gia was curious about why Frank had come to the psychiatric department.
“Then that’s even stranger. Frank, is there something wrong with you?”
Although Gia asked, Frank delayed his answer and calmly spoke while looking at Lola.
“Doctor, can we talk for a moment?”
“What could you possibly want to say to my brother’s girl?”
Gia’s icy glare at Frank, who spoke to Lola without hesitation, was filled with hostility.
“Didn’t I say? I didn’t come looking for you, so it’s none of your business. So mind your own business.”
Feeling that Frank’s attitude was somewhat rude, Gia let out a rough breath in disbelief.
“I’m going to tell my brother everything.”
“Go ahead.”
Frank shrugged, not taking it seriously at all. Gia grabbed Lola’s arm and said,
“Don’t engage with people like him!”
Then, as if to make sure Frank heard, she added in a loud voice.
“Wow! These days, there are really so many rude and ill-mannered people.”
Frank ignored Gia’s grumbling as if it were just the barking of a dog from the next house. However, his attitude towards Lola was polite yet respectful.
“Doctor, I know it’s rude, but could you spare a moment?”
“Don’t go! Just pretend you didn’t see him.”
Still holding onto Lola’s arm tightly, Gia insisted vehemently. Lola smiled as if to say she was okay.
“Let’s go.”
As she watched the two of them walk away, Gia’s gaze grew cold.
In Gia’s eyes, Frank’s actions seemed like he was hitting on Lola, and she didn’t view it kindly.
******
A little later, in the hospital corridor.
Frank stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking slightly askew. Lola stood facing him with her hands stuffed in the pockets of her gown.
After a brief silence, Frank spoke first.
“Is that patient still not awake?”
“Yes. Not yet.”
“What on earth is the problem?”
Frank asked the same question as before, feeling frustrated.
“The tests were done, and they said there was nothing wrong. Is that guy just faking it?”
“That could be possible. The patient might not have the will to wake up.”
“Ha!”
As Frank exhaled roughly and pulled out a cigarette from his pants pocket, Lola, startled, quickly stopped him with her hand.
“Prosecutor, you can’t smoke here.”
“I’m just frustrated.”
“Still, you can’t. This is a no-smoking area.”
Lola’s insistence was quite firm. Frank let out a series of sighs.
