Chapter 2 Abandoned

A while later, Nancy turned to her parents and said softly, "Let's go home. We just got rid of a pest for the community. That thief must've stolen a lot of stuff. He deserves to be hurt."

She urged her parents to leave.

Soon, only Nancy, Ronald, and I were left. Once her parents were gone, Nancy frowned and came up to me.

She seemed about to check my injured hand, but before she could touch me, she started scolding me instead. "I thought you weren't coming back, so why did you? You should've told me! You messed up all my plans!"

Fury clouded her face. "You mess everything up, honestly!"

I held down the agony and tried to speak up, but she interrupted, "Enough. I don't want to listen to you. Come on, let's go to the hospital."

She wanted to help me up, but Ronald broke his silence. "I'm a medical student, Nancy. I've been watching for a bit, and his wounds are superficial. He can put a bandaid on it himself."

I looked at my bleeding hand and froze. He called that a superficial wound? I thought medical students were better than this.

Nancy stopped and looked at me with hesitation. A while later, she said, "You're right. You're the medical one here."

She put my hand down and looked at me impatiently. "Don't push your luck. We have better things to do than play along with you. Get a bandaid and slap it on your wound. Find some place to stay for a couple of days and don't disturb me."

I stayed quiet all the way through.

Nancy was not so dull that she could not sense the tension, but instead of feeling guilty, she rubbed her forehead as though she were being far too patient with a sulking child.

"I know I was harsh, but you messed up my plan first by showing up unannounced. Just find a hotel to stay in. I'll explain once I finish things here."

She took out her phone and tapped the screen. "I transferred you some money. Reserve your room. My parents are still waiting for us. I need to go."

She grabbed Ronald and left in a hurry. She did not even look at me. Ronald, however, turned back and gave me a triumphant look.

The pain from my hand was starting to scream. I forced out, hoarsely, "Take me to the hospital, Nancy."

Nancy, however, pretended not to hear me. She held Ronald's hand tightly and disappeared from my line of sight a moment later. I clenched my hand tightly in an attempt to hide the pain in my heart with physical pain.

There was no one around, so I called an ambulance. But even then, luck refused to spare me. My phone was dead. I had no choice but to walk down the road, hoping to flag down a cab and get to the hospital myself.

But it was Christmas Eve, and it was already late at night. There were no cabs around.

Disappointment washed over me, and I was nearly out of strength when a car finally appeared in the distance. I ran forward with everything I had left and stood in front of it, stopping it with my body.

The driver came out, and I was surprised to see who it was.

It was Wendy Summerton, Nancy's sister. Her family never liked her, and Nancy had told me many times that her sister was cold and vicious.

I had never really spoken to Wendy before, but after hearing Nancy speak badly of her for so long, my impression of her had never been good.

"It's the holidays. What are you doing here?" Wendy looked at me, curious, but her voice was indifferent.

Then, her gaze fell on my injured hand. Her expression turned serious. "And your hand…"