Chapter 15

The scent of disinfectant invaded Ezra's nostrils as his consciousness struggled to resurface. He opened his eyes, pushed himself up on his elbows, and looked around. Where was Emily? Was she not the one who brought him here? He staggered off the bed. Ignoring the nurse's protests, he searched for his phone in his ward. He called Emily upon finding her number. The call connected. Ezra immediately put on a pitiful act. "Em, my head hurts… Did you go to handle my paperwork? When will you return to accompany me?" However, instead of Emily's voice, the low, hoarse drawl of a man replied, "She was exhausted last night. She's fast asleep now, so she isn't free." Ezra was dumbstruck. All pretense vanished in an instant. He had gotten into a car accident for her and was lying on this cold hospital bed, playing the tragic victim. Yet, she was sleeping soundly in another man's arms. "Tristan! Put Emily on the phone!" Ezra roared, veins bulging at his temples. A chuckle could be heard