Margot was finally sent to the hospital by a kind-hearted stranger.
As it was her second injury, the doctor berated her, questioning how she had gotten hurt again and asking if she didn’t care about herself.
She couldn’t bring herself to speak the truth—the wounds were a gift from the two most important men in her life.
In the meantime, Maisie sent her a video.
As soon as she opened it, Maisie’s voice, full of feigned sympathy, filled the room.
“Gigi also got hurt. She’s being treated in the room next door. You guys should go see her. She must be so lonely all by herself.”
Charles, who was cutting fruit for her, casually said, “You’re too kind, May. She’s done this to you, and now a little pain will teach her a lesson.”
Joey handed her a cup of warm water. “And I can’t deal with her right now.”
Such a convenient excuse.
Margot smiled bitterly, tears welling in her eyes.
After being discharged from the hospital, Margot locked herself in her room, refusing to leave.
It wasn’t until her birthday, when her parents returned from their business trip, that she finally came downstairs.
In the living room, they were busy preparing for the birthday banquet.
Fred and Martha smiled and handed each daughter a dress.
