Chapter 899

Rhea stormed out, her heart pounding, her mind reeling from what had just happened. With nowhere else to go, she headed to the hospital and picked up a night shift.

The hallways were quiet, filled only with the soft beeping of machines. She made her rounds like usual, checking on patients.

Suddenly, someone came stumbling toward her—Phillip, barely upright on crutches.

She recoiled at the sharp stench of alcohol that hit her as he got closer. His eyes were bloodshot, unfocused. He looked completely out of control.

“Rhea…” he slurred, grabbing her wrist tightly.

She flinched and yanked her arm back. “Phillip, you’re drunk! What are you doing here? Let go!”

But he held on, drunk and bold. He yanked her closer and reached for her face, trying to kiss her. Rhea jerked away, panic and disgust rising. “You’ve lost it! Try that again and I’m calling security!”