“Take care of what?”
Judging from the doctor’s nonchalant attitude and the way things were going, it seemed like they were trying to gloss over the assault and sweep it under the rug.
As a prosecutor, Frank could never tolerate such behavior.
“Even if they’re a patient, they deserve to be punished for assaulting someone. I’m a witness. I can also appear as a witness. I can also write a witness statement.”
Everyone always says that all citizens are equal before the law, but the reality is that this is not the case, and there are many people who enjoy privileges.
The patient who assaulted Lola seemed like they might be one of those people.
They would try to avoid punishment by claiming to have a mental illness.
Frank was very worried that this would happen, and he was starting to get angry.
“Prosecutor.”
Lola called Frank softly, feeling the heavy atmosphere in the hospital room.
“If Dylan finds out, he definitely won’t let it go. If the hospital can’t do it, I’ll report it. I’m a witness.”
After finishing his words, Frank turned around and left the hospital room.
Lola quietly sighed.
It wasn’t that Frank was wrong.
Thinking about what Amaya had said to her, there were more than one or two suspicious things, so it wasn’t just a simple assault.
However, she hadn’t sorted out her chaotic thoughts, so Lola hadn’t yet decided exactly what to do.
Her head was getting noisy again.
And her body hurt a lot.
As a result, she naturally wanted to see Dylan.
*****
Dylan felt restless all day and couldn’t concentrate on his work.
So he barely ate lunch, but he wasn’t very hungry.
‘Am I also getting caught up in autumn?’
Dylan smiled self-deprecatingly, finding himself thinking that way strange and pathetic.
Suddenly, his phone rang with a message, and Dylan’s gaze reflexively shifted to his phone.
The sender was Lola.
The corners of Dylan’s lips slightly turned up.
But that was only for a moment, as his face darkened in an instant after checking the text message.
-Dear, I can’t go home today because I’m on duty.
“Duty?”
He hadn’t heard anything about that this morning.
Dylan didn’t like it at all.
He hadn’t realized it before, but the penthouse felt too big and empty without her, and he felt incredibly lonely when he was alone. But she had duty, and he couldn’t act like a spoiled child.
[Okay.]
Dylan sent a short and simple text. He received a reply almost immediately.
-But what about you, Dear?
What’s that supposed to mean?
Tilting his head, Dylan sent another message.
[Why me?]
-You’ll have to eat out again. Outside food doesn’t taste good.
‘She’s worrying about me again?’
Dylan felt a lump in his throat.
[I guess I have no choice.]
After sending the text, Dylan felt like it wasn’t sincere enough, so he quickly typed another message and sent it.
[It’s not like outside food is so bad that I can’t eat it, so don’t worry.]
-I’m sorry.
“What are you always sorry about?”
Every time Lola said sorry or thank you, Dylan felt a strange distance and discomfort.
Exhaling through his nose, Dylan moved his fingers again.
[Make sure you eat properly. Don’t skip meals because you’re busy!]
I don’t want you to get sick.
You’ve lost weight.
Maybe she’ll have more time when she becomes a specialist.
With a sigh, Dylan frowned, and then ding-dong, a message arrived.
-Dear, you eat on time too.
[Okay.]
Lola didn’t send any more texts. Dylan’s gaze shifted to the mountain of documents piled on his desk.
He was planning to work all night.
Going back to the penthouse without Lola would be boring and dull.
*****
Outside, darkness had already fallen, and it was pitch black.
Being alone in the hospital room was lonely and desolate.
‘Dear, I’m hurt.’
If she just said that one thing, Dylan would drop everything and rush to her side.
‘Then I could see his face as much as I want.’
But she didn’t want to worry him, so Lola couldn’t tell him the truth.
“I miss him.”
It’s only been a day, no, not even 24 hours since she last saw his face.
Maybe it was because she was in pain, but Lola felt inexplicably gloomy and let out a long sigh.
“Hoo!”
She promised not to get hurt, she should have been more careful.
Lola felt like getting hurt was all her fault.
‘But what should I do?’
The wedding photoshoot was in three days, and it was uncertain whether she could even do it in this state, so Lola was very worried.
It was a hard-won reservation, and she felt like she was causing him trouble, so her heart was heavy.
Lying in bed, she turned her head slightly to look out the darkened window, then brought her gaze back to her phone.
She looked at the messages she had exchanged with Dylan earlier again and again.
It made her feel at peace.
Then, she heard a light knock on the hospital room door, and Lola looked up.
She naturally assumed it was a nurse, but to her surprise, Frank entered the room with takeout food in his hands, and Lola, slightly startled, tried to sit up.
“Ah!”
Her whole body ached, and Lola unknowingly let out a groan.
Frank strode over and said.
“I’ll help you.”
“It’s, it’s okay. I can get up by myself.”
Frank sighed, placed the food he had brought on the table, and pulled up a chair.
“You haven’t had dinner yet, have you?”
Lola, who had barely managed to sit up, asked cautiously, slightly puzzled.
“No. But why are you still at the hospital, Prosecutor?”
Since Dylan wasn’t there, he felt like he should take care of her.
Of course, she was a woman who had nothing to do with him, so he could easily pretend not to know, but he felt uncomfortable doing so.
He wouldn’t have cared if he hadn’t known she was hurt.
Seeing it with his own eyes was another reason why he couldn’t just ignore it.
