Chapter 40

Abigail was filled with hate. She was resolute in her decision to feel nothing but disdain for me. But when I emerged from the restroom on my crutches, she couldn't keep her gaze from following me. It was my first time using crutches, and I hadn't quite gotten the hang of it yet. So, it was inevitable that I would stumble. My feet refused to keep up, and the next second, I fell hard onto the floor. The surgery wound that was still fresh tore open with the impact. Blood began to soak through my clothes, and I could smell the sharp, metallic scent filling the air around me. "Samuel! Be careful!" Just then, I heard a shout. It sounded far, but also close at the same time. Before I could turn to see who it was, a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders and tried to lift me up. I slowly raised my head to see Abigail's apologetic gaze. "Why are you so careless?" Her worry took me by surprise. But instead of feeling touched, a wave of disgust washed over me. Before I could shake her hands