On the other end of the phone, I could hear my mother loudly scolding, and Jason’s mother, Caroline Gunn, hurriedly trying to explain.
When I arrived at the hospital, it was just around mealtime, and Jason had reserved a private room. As I approached the door, I saw my mother standing with her hands on her hips, angrily shouting at both Jason and Caroline. “Is this how you treat my daughter?” she demanded.
Caroline quickly waved her hands in defense. “Stacey, I only made a meal for the poor girl. She doesn’t have any family, and her heart condition made me feel sorry for her. Please, don’t misunderstand.”
My mother wasn’t having it. She turned to Jason and snapped, “And you? You’re taking care of patients and getting involved with them? If I hadn’t shown up, how long would you two have kept hugging each other?”
Jason rubbed his temples, trying to explain. “She just finished her treatment and was unsteady on her feet. I was just helping her.”
My mother was furious. “You two have answers for everything. So I guess Wynter and I are the ones in the wrong, huh?”
Caroline glanced up and saw me standing at the door. She immediately grabbed my hand. “Wynter, don’t misunderstand…”
I gave a small laugh and shook my head. “I won’t, and I’m not upset. This is just what doctors and their families are supposed to do.”
Seeing my genuine smile, Caroline blinked in surprise, unable to say anything. She had often been the one to listen to my complaints in the past.
She studied me for a moment before finally sitting down awkwardly, silent. I held my mother’s hand and gave her an encouraging look.
At that moment, the door to the room opened, and Jason’s colleagues entered, along with Zara. They were all laughing and joking.
“Jason, how could you leave your girlfriend alone out here in the hallway? That’s not very nice.”
Some of the doctors had attended our wedding, and when they saw me, their smiles froze.
Zara walked in confidently. “You must be Wynter, right? Don’t misunderstand, they’re just joking. Dr. Gunn is a compassionate doctor who can’t stand seeing sick people suffer.”
I was all too familiar with this kind of excuse.
