A moment of doubt crept into Davin's heart as he saw Alma's condition.
The girl he once loved so dearly, like a beautiful flower in his hands, had now become increasingly thin and pale. Was this really what Davin wanted?
But the memory of his sister's pitiful condition when she died flashed through Davin's mind.
The pain in Davin's eyes disappeared, leaving only an extraordinary cold aura.
Alma's request for money for her father's medical treatment felt like a passing breeze in Davin's ears.
"Haven't you had enough of torturing me, Davin? So now give me the money for my father's treatment."
"What if I don't want to give it to you?" Davin asked coldly, his gaze mocking.
Alma stared into Davin's dark eyes. Alma's eyes, which had just been crying, were now clear and bright.
"Then I'd rather kill myself. There's no point in me living if my father can't be saved."
At that moment, Alma took out a small folding knife from her handbag. She pressed the knife right against the artery in her arm.
Davin's face immediately darkened, his hands clenched tightly. Then Davin quickly stepped forward, grabbed the knife from his wife's hand, and threw it as far as he could. He was breathing heavily. Davin never expected Alma to do something so desperate.
"Alma, don't play around, have you gone crazy?!"
Alma smiled coldly as she spoke.
"Davin, have you ever truly loved me?"
"No, from the start you were just a pawn in my game," Davin snapped.
Then Davin quickly took out a check and wrote an amount, then handed it to Alma, saying, "Five billion, use it for your father's surgery!"
Davin hurriedly left the place and no longer paid attention to Alma. Meanwhile, Alma sighed in relief and thought, "Finally, I got the money for my father's surgery so he can be saved."
Alma was silent for a moment as she stared at the check and the amount written on it.
"This amount is more than enough to pay for my father's medical expenses. I will use the rest to investigate Vanya's death. I want to know what really happened."
Alma then left the place and hurried to the hospital where her father was being treated.
On the way to the hospital, Alma felt feverish and dizzy, but she ignored her condition, focusing instead on her father's health.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Alma wasted no time and quickly went to the administration office to pay all of Ricky's, her father's, medical expenses. After that, she met with Dr. Bram, the head doctor in charge of treating her father.
"Doctor, please do your best to treat my father. I just paid all his surgery costs. I just want him to get well soon, Doctor," Alma pleaded. It was as if all her hopes rested solely on Dr. Bram.
"Mrs. Alma, please calm down. We will do our best to treat Mr. Riky."
Alma exhaled deeply. Her legs felt weak, and the dizziness in her head returned, the pain unbearable. Alma then walked slowly, intending to check herself, as her body temperature was rising, and she felt chills from the fever and dizziness.
Perhaps due to her physical exhaustion and the pain overwhelming her body, Alma fainted, her body crashing onto the cold floor in the hospital corridor.
At that moment, a young male doctor walked past Alma and called out to her.
"Ma'am, what's wrong?"
The doctor then ordered the nurse to put Alma on a stretcher and take her to the emergency room.
Alma lay weakly on the hospital bed. Her body was shivering, and her stomach was queasy. Typhoid had left her helpless. The door opened, and a young doctor entered with a friendly smile.
"Good afternoon, Alma. I'm Dr. Bryan, and I'll be treating you," he said softly.
"You still remember me, right, Alma? We went to the same school."
Alma looked at the doctor, trying to recognize his face. But nothing. This doctor was too different. Back then, the Bryan she knew was a chubby boy with a face full of acne. Now? His face was clean, handsome, with a tall, sturdy body.
"Doctor Bryan?" Alma asked doubtfully.
The doctor smiled even wider. "Yes, Alma. It's me, Bryan, your old classmate. You don't recognize me, do you?"
Alma was shocked. "Bryan? Oh my gosh, I almost didn't recognize you! You've changed so much."
Alma said softly, trying to ignore the pain in her head. She never expected to meet her old school friend in such a miserable state.
Bryan smiled and felt a little embarrassed by Alma's words.
"Haha, yes. I used to not pay much attention to my appearance. Now, I care a little more," Bryan replied with a hearty laugh as he checked Alma's medical records. "Do you have typhoid fever, also known as typhus?"
"How are you feeling right now, Alma?"
Bryan looked at Alma gently, clearly happy to see her again after so long.
"I still feel weak, Doc. And nauseous," Alma complained softly. Her head was still spinning and her temperature was very high.
"It's okay. That's normal. You need to get plenty of rest and take your medicine regularly. I'll keep monitoring your progress," Bryan said reassuringly.
Alma nodded. There was a strange feeling creeping into her heart. Between being happy to see an old friend and a little... amazed by his change in appearance.
"By the way, you've become a great doctor now," Alma said, trying to communicate even though her head was spinning, because she was happy to see an old friend.
"Ah, it's nothing special. It's also thanks to the support of my parents and friends, especially... you," Bryan replied modestly.
"What? You said my support?"
Alma furrowed her brow, confused by Bryan's words.
"Eh... don't worry about that, you're sick right now. I've already arranged a hospital room for you."
Alma smiled. This unexpected meeting made her a little excited to get well soon. Maybe something interesting would happen after this.
Lighthearted conversation flowed between the two of them as they waited for the hospital room to be prepared. Bryan himself performed the medical treatment on Alma. Now he was going to insert an IV and stick a needle into Alma's arm. It turned out to be not so easy, because Alma's veins were small and hidden.
"Alma, I'm sorry if this hurts a little," said Bryan.
"Ouch...!"
Alma groaned softly, but her sweet voice was clearly heard in the room.
Bryan gently held Alma's arm, lowering his face until their faces were close together.
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Meanwhile, the curtain opened and Davin appeared, glaring at Alma and Bryan with anger. Apparently, Davin was taking Sofia to the hospital because his girlfriend was experiencing stomach cramps during her period.
Sofia was currently in the laboratory undergoing a blood test. However, before that, Sofia had been in the emergency room, the same room as Alma.
Then Davin's sharp hearing picked up Alma's sweet voice, which he knew very well.
"What are you doing to her?!"
Davin's voice was loud and thunderous, his eyes fixed sharply on Bryan.
Davin stood stiffly at the edge of the ER curtain, his eyes fixed on Alma, who was lying weakly. Her skin was pale, her lips were dry and cracked, and her breathing was heavy. Beside the bed, Doctor Bryan calmly injected an IV needle into Alma's wrist.
The fire of jealousy burned Davin again, hotter than before. For some reason, seeing Dr. Bryan so close, so focused on Alma, made his blood boil. Davin's only purpose in marrying Alma was to hurt her, to take revenge for his sister's death. But now, that evil intention seemed to evaporate, replaced by an unfamiliar feeling of suffocation.
Soon, a young nurse came and hurried over to Bryan.
"Give her an antibiotic injection here, Nurse," Dr. Bryan's voice broke the silence, pointing to Alma's hand, which already had an IV attached.
Davin saw Alma wince slightly as the needle pierced her skin. Her eyes were tightly closed, enduring the pain. A strange jolt ran through Davin's chest. No, this wasn't satisfaction. This... was pain?
Dr. Bryan turned, noticing Davin's presence. "Ah, sir... are you a relative of Mrs. Alma? She has typhoid. We will give her fluids and medication through an IV. She needs complete rest and good nutrition."
Davin just nodded stiffly, his voice stuck in his throat. "O-okay, Doc."
After that, Dr. Bryan walked away to check on other patients. But Bryan felt strange about Davin's behavior and was curious about the relationship between the man and Alma.
Davin approached Alma's bed. His hand reached out hesitantly, touching Alma's warm forehead.
"Alma..." he called softly.
Alma slowly opened her eyes, her gaze vacant, but there was a hint of surprise at seeing Davin still standing there. Earlier, Alma had hallucinated that she saw Davin. Perhaps it was because of her high fever.
"Davin? You... here?"
Alma spoke softly, her gaze weary.