Martin Riley had always been in good shape, and being a shareholder of the hospital meant he received the best care, so he was able to get out of bed quickly. However, Crystal Foster had been giving him the cold shoulder for days. Every time she saw him, her face was frosty, and even Henry wasn't spared from her icy demeanor.
Martin knew Crystal was still upset about him deceiving her. He kept thinking about how to make it up to her.
"Eat up. I'm going home this afternoon," Crystal said, her face stern as she placed a thermal lunchbox in front of Martin, glaring at him.
Martin sighed softly, then furrowed his brow tightly, clutching his stomach wound with his hand.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed loudly, feigning pain.
"What's wrong? Did your wound tear?" Crystal rushed over to check on him. "I'll get the doctor!"
She stood up to leave, but Martin grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
