Chapter 2

By the time I rushed to the hospital with the food, it was already 1:30.

Noah had already eaten and was taking a nap.

I gave Dr. Grant a grateful smile.

“Dr. Grant, I’ll transfer you the money.”

“Really, thank you so much. I had something this morning that delayed me. I’m sorry you had to help take care of Noah.”

Dr. Grant smiled and shook her head.

“No need. It was just food from the cafeteria. Not worth much. I saw that you still hadn’t come by after 12:30, so I knew you must be busy again today. So I brought Noah a portion.”

She stepped closer, her gaze landing on my left cheek.

“What happened to your face?”

“Got scraped again while rushing to deliver food?”

As she spoke, Dr. Grant reached out to check my wound.

I jerked my head away suddenly.

Only after I saw Dr. Grant’s hand suspended in the air did I realize my reaction had been a little too extreme.

I quickly gave an awkward smile.

Just as I was about to explain, Dr. Grant tactfully spoke first.

“If it isn’t treated in time, it could get infected. The wound doesn’t look deep, but it got hit with rainwater and dust, so you should be careful.”

“I happen to be off shift. Come to my office. I’ll disinfect it and take care of it for you.”

I couldn’t refuse anymore, and just as I was about to follow Dr. Grant,

my shoulder was suddenly slammed hard from behind.

I had no time to react. My elbow hit the cold wall with a bang, and half my arm went numb instantly.

“Ugh……”

A muffled cry escaped before I could stop it.

I clutched my numb shoulder and looked up.

It was Claire Morgan.

Ryan Brooks was hooked onto her arm beside her.

Maybe because I was blocking the way, she didn’t even look at me and just tossed out a perfunctory,

“Sorry.”

Then she took Ryan Brooks and walked away.

Ryan Brooks did glance back at me.

Last night, when I was delivering food, Claire Morgan had blocked his view, so he hadn’t seen me.

Today was basically the first time he’d run into me. His eyes landed first on my wrinkled, stained delivery uniform, then swept over my miserable posture as I clutched my shoulder.

He let out a proud, mocking snort, as if even wasting another word on me wasn’t worth it.

He then walked off intimately behind Claire Morgan.

“Ethan, are you okay?”

Dr. Grant immediately turned around and supported me.

Seeing how pale I looked, she lifted her leg, clearly about to chase after them.

I stopped her.

“It’s fine. They were probably in a hurry about something, and they already apologized.”

“Forget it, Dr. Grant.”

Seeing that I was determined, Dr. Grant nodded and helped me to her office.

After treating the wound, she even gave me some medicated oil and massaged my shoulder.

I thanked her and insisted on transferring her the medical fee no matter what. Thankfully, after a bit of back and forth, Dr. Grant finally accepted it.

I glanced at the time. It was already time to go back out and deliver food.

But the moment I got to the hospital parking lot, I found that the seat of my e-bike had been slashed to pieces.

The whole bike was also splashed all over with paint.

“Bastard!”

A sudden curse rang out from behind me.

Ryan Brooks walked out of the shadows, holding a utility knife, and smiled at me.

“Five million. You spent it that fast?”

“Or what? You’re so broke you can’t survive anymore, so now you’ve come out……to seduce Claire again?”