Chapter 42 More Pure Than Bleached Toilet Paper

The phone call lasted the better half of an hour before a lady walked into the hospital room. Cyrus was chatting light-heartedly with Cecelia when the lady entered, and his expression soured. “Why are you here?” Cecelia’s smile halted abruptly as well at the evident displeasure on the lady’s face. Looking back at Cyrus again, Cecelia’s instincts told her that his relationship with the lady was a complicated one. Cecelia told Cyrus, “I shall be going then, seeing how your friend has arrived.” Cecelia turned to leave right after, only to be called for by the lady. “Cy’s hurt ‘cuz of you?” ‘Cy? For her to refer to him so implies that there’s more than meets the eye to their relationship. Is she his wife? It couldn’t be, right? Cyrus looked too young to be a married man. Mikayla Xavier scrunched her eyebrows at Cecelia who, instead of answering her question, only stared back. “I’m asking you a question. What are you, dumb?” “Watch your words.” For a reason unbeknownst