Chapter 225 Mimicry

During my recovery, plenty of colleagues came to visit. Some genuinely cared about my health, others were just showing respect, and quite a few were simply there for gossip. Finally, Julian, with his perpetual poker face, kicked everyone out. "The patient is weak. If anyone upsets her and she dies from the stress, this hospital isn't taking the blame. If you want to go to jail, be my guest." That single sentence sent the nosy ones packing. I couldn't help but give him a look of exasperation. "Die from stress? Can't you say something nicer?" "Wouldn't dying from stress be better than getting driven insane?" he shot back with a cold glance before leaving the room. With the visitors gone, my days became a bit more peaceful. Still, even from my hospital bed, I couldn't escape the barrage of news on the internet. Leonard had firmly secured his spot as the biggest scumbag. Even when Amelia tried to leak that video of him declaring the baby wasn't his, it barely made a ripple. N