Samantha leaned against the back of the chair.
At first, everything seemed normal.
However, as the drip rate increased, she suddenly felt her stomach churning, nauseated, and on the verge of vomiting.
Noticing her face, which had just gained a rosy hue, turning pale again, and her forehead covered in tiny beads of sweat, Ethan immediately asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?"
Samantha didn't want to bother with him, so she forcefully suppressed the nausea and shook her head.
Ethan's eyes turned ice-cold in an instant.
"If you want your daughter to become an orphan, then keep acting tough."
Thinking of Charlotte and Alexander, and thinking of the internal traitor beside her, Samantha's blood turned cold, as if soaking in icy water.
Ethan was right. Her life was not important. But she absolutely couldn't let Charlotte and Alexander become orphans.
She had suffered so much because her mother had passed away early, and she had fallen into Sarah's trap.
"I—I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, and I want to vomit..."
Ethan immediately got up, went to the water dispenser, and poured her a glass of warm water.
After drinking a glass of warm water, the discomfort in her stomach did ease a bit, and it wasn't as bad as before.
However, after a short while, the feeling returned, even more unbearable than before, and she couldn't help but retch.
Ethan's face turned cold.
After slowing down the infusion speed, he stood up, walked to the nurse station, found the nurse who had increased Samantha's speed, and grabbed her neck, pressing her against the wall.
His eyes were fierce, like a wild beast.
"Speak, will increasing the speed cause nausea and vomiting?"
The nurse's face turned as red as blood. She struggled and coughed violently, the will to survive making her fight back.
"You dare to act on your own knowing that increasing the speed might cause such a strong reaction?!"
The nurse, fearing for her job, dared not reveal Nick's involvement and could only apologize painfully, "I—I didn't know she would react so strongly..."
"You didn't know? I think you're asking for death." Ethan looked like a frosty demon, terrifying.
The nurse had never seen such a terrifying person before, and she trembled in fear.
The other nurses were all scared and shivering on the side, not daring to step forward.
Seeing the nurse on the verge of passing out with her eyes rolled back, Nick's calm and composed voice echoed, "Ethan, what are you doing! Stop it now. If you continue, someone might die."
Hearing his voice, Ethan's grip suddenly loosened.
The nurse's limp body slid down the wall and collapsed on the floor.
Tauntingly, Nick asked, "What happened? What made you so furious that you erupted like a thunderstorm? This is, after all, my hospital. Your tantrums don't give me any face."
Ethan didn't respond to his words, dragging him to Samantha's side and saying in a deep voice, "The infusion speed was too fast just now, causing her intense discomfort. Quickly, do something for her."
Nick glanced at the IV bottle.
Still one-third of the medication left.
If it continued to drip slowly, Noah would eventually come looking.
By then, it would be impossible to hide what he wanted to conceal from Ethan.
After a brief contemplation, he decisively withdrew the needle for Samantha and explained, "Perhaps the dosage was too heavy. Take her to my office. I'll personally attend to her."
Ethan didn't doubt him, lifting Samantha in his arms and leaving the infusion room.
Watching them leave, Nick walked to the nurse station and commanded in a deep voice, "If someone asks for Samantha, tell them she has finished the infusion and left."
The nurse dared not ask more questions, nodding nervously.
Sure enough, not even five minutes after Ethan left carrying Samantha, Yurika arrived with Charlotte and Alexander.
She was still cursing angrily.
"Damn it, it only takes one minute to get here, and she actually took me around the hospital for several laps, wasting so much of my time. Is that nurse's brain damaged?"
Upon hearing the nurse say that Samantha had just finished her injection and left, Yurika was infuriated and wanted to flip the table.
For the first time, she felt the urge to kill.
After scolding the nurse who had bothered her so much, she angrily left with Noah and Charlotte.
Director's office.
After giving Samantha a small white pill, her condition improved significantly.
Nick explained, "Under normal circumstances, after the patient adapts to the medication, the speed can be increased. Our nurses' operation was correct. It's just that Miss Samantha's situation is special, and her reaction to the medication is different from others, leading to such a strong response."
Ethan remained silent, his face stern.
Nick knew his brother too well.
Although he was still angry, he had accepted the explanation.
Patting Ethan's shoulder, Nick said, "Let Miss Miller rest in my office for a while. When she's feeling better, she can go home."
"Sure." Ethan responded coldly.
The air fell silent for a moment.
Observing Samantha, who had fallen asleep, Nick suddenly asked, "Jessica's fifth memorial anniversary is coming up soon. Do you have any plans?"
Ethan pursed his thin lips, his handsome face expressionless.
Seeing him silent, Nick stopped talking as well. He stood up, patted Ethan's shoulder, and said, "Don't let me and Jessica down!"
With that, he turned and left the office, leaving Ethan and Samantha alone.
Ethan stared at Samantha's pale face, lost in thought.
...
When Samantha returned from the hospital, it was already 8 p.m.
Ethan drove her to the entrance of the community.
Although Samantha was still upset about what happened that day, she sincerely said, "Thank you."
Ethan replied expressionlessly, "No need to thank me. I just don't want to lose a bedmate. After all, there are not many women who can satisfy me."
Samantha ground her teeth in anger.
She knew she would never hear a decent word from Ethan.
"I'm the opposite of you. I'm satisfied with any bedmate except you," she retorted defiantly, opened the car door, and got out angrily.
Leaving behind Ethan with a dark and fierce expression.
...
Back at home, as soon as Samantha opened the door, Charlotte pounced on her.
"Mommy, where did you go? You didn't answer the phone! Brother and I, and Auntie Yurika were worried sick about you!"
Samantha, fearing that her illness might spread to Charlotte, dared not hug her. She just rubbed Charlotte's head and said, "Mommy is fine. I have been very tired lately, so my body feels a little uncomfortable."
Noah walked over, saw her extremely pale face, and immediately felt distressed. "Mommy, you should go rest in your room. Aunt Yurika will cook dinner tonight."
At this moment, Yurika, who had been busy in the kitchen, heard the commotion and came out. Holding a spatula, her face was as black as coal, as if she had just returned from a coal mine.
"Noah is right. Tonight, I'll cook. You go to your room and rest. When the food is ready, I'll call you."
Samantha managed to force a smile. "Thank you."
Yurika glared at her. "If you continue to be so polite with me, I'll get angry."
There was a hint of bitterness in Samantha's smile.
She nodded without saying anything and returned to her room.
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