Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 182

"What’s happening here?" Ryan’s voice sounded calm, but the underlying edge beneath it was unmistakable. His sharp gaze swept the room, taking in the shards of glass and scattered medicines on the floor before finally settling on Delyth.

Delyth hadn’t expected him there, so when she saw him standing at the door, for a brief moment, relief flickered across her face. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she whispered, "Ryan, you have come? Where have you been all this while. I even tried calling you but you never picked up. Were you busy?" she asked as if she still couldn’t believe it.

But her joy faltered the moment it met Ryan’s gaze. The hostility in his eyes was palpable, like a physical jab. "I asked what’s happening here?"

Delyth’s breath hitched, and she scrambled for an answer. "R-Ryan, this nurse was disrespecting me. She had always been rude to me and," she stammered, pointing a finger straight at the nurse, who was still sitting on the floor, holding her bleeding hand. "She called me your mistress." Her voice cracked, tears welling up in her eyes as though she were the victim of a grave injustice.

Ryan’s brows furrowed, and his gaze shifted to the nurse. She was standing, holding her bleeding hand.

When the nurse felt Ryan’s scrutinizing gaze on herself, her irritation only doubled. She might have always been scared of rich personalities like this, but at that moment she knew if she didn’t stand up for herself, she might not save herself. Hence, mustering all her courage, she looked up at him to match his gaze. "Mr. Foster," she began, "I have tolerated enough of your girlfriend’s tantrums. It might be my duty to care for her, but I am not anyone’s slave to endure the mistreatments repeatedly."

She then gestured to the glass and medicines on the floor. "I came here to help her take her medicine, but instead she wasted it all, pushed, me and caused this injury. I might be poor, but I won’t stand by while someone humiliates me and harms me like this." Her voice gained strength as she continued. "If you think this matter needs to be pursued further, I am prepared to contact the police."

Delyth froze. She hadn’t expected the nurse to speak so boldly, let alone reveal everything like that. Her face flushed in embarrassment and panic. "You —" she started at the nurse, but then she realized, at the moment Ryan was more important. Turning to him, she hastily said, "Ryan, don’t listen to her. She is lying. I mean, yes, I pushed her, but that was when she called me mistress and a homewrecker! I was just upset and asked her to leave me alone. But instead, she acted rude and humiliated me."

The nurse was taken aback. If she hadn’t been the victim herself, she might have also believed the story that Delyth had woven. But more than anyone, she knew it better.

This woman deserves an Oscar, the nurse thought bitterly, preparing herself to take the blame, thinking that Ryan would side with Delyth. But what Ryan said next stunned both the women in the room.

"Please go and get your wounds treated first," he said to the nurse, his voice unexpectedly soft. "They look severe."

The nurse blinked, unsure if she had heard him correctly. "Mr. Foster, I —"

Ryan raised a hand to stop her. "I will compensate you for your injuries and ensure this doesn’t happen again." His words came deliberate and carried an air of finality.

The nurse furrowed her brows slightly but then nodded. "Thank you," she said curtly before walking out of the room.

Once the door closed behind her, Delyth’s voice came as if deeply hurt. "Ryan, what do you mean by that?"