Chapter 347

Inside the hospital room. When I opened my eyes, it was already dark outside. My head was still spinning, but the memory came crashing back—me arguing with Ronald Wright, him forcefully kissing me right before I passed out. Jerk. What a complete jerk! Absolutely infuriating. Just then, Paul Allen walked in with a bowl of porridge, his face lighting up the moment he saw me. “Ma’am, you’re awake!” I tried not to take it out on him, nodded, and started getting out of bed. “I’m heading back to the guesthouse to pack. Just tell me how much I owe for everything these days—food, medical fees, all of it. I’ll pay you back.” Paul looked a bit surprised and quickly set the bowl down on the table. “Did you and Mr. Wright get into a fight? He felt bad, you know. Even borrowed someone’s kitchen just to cook that porridge for you himself.” I glanced at the bowl. The aroma alone said he really put some effort into it. My stomach growled twice, completely betraying me. Ugh, seriously? Paul chuckled. “