Pierre didn't hold back this time. He swung at Mercer, landing a punch of his own. "She's not your property. What right do you have to rebuke me?"Having been hit, Mercer lost all control and started exchanging blows with Pierre.Seeing the chaotic scene, Calla grew anxious and frustrated. Although she couldn't hear what they were arguing about, she could guess it was related to her being slapped."Stop fighting!" Calla tried to shout.But they didn't listen. Their punches flew like raindrops, making it impossible for Calla to get close to them.In her distress, Calla felt her headache and tinnitus worsen before her vision blurred. She started to collapse."Ms. Sherman!" Natasha, quick to react, caught Calla just in time. "Stop fighting! Ms. Sherman has fainted!" Natasha yelled at the fighting duo as she struggled to support Calla.Hearing Natasha's words, Mercer and Pierre immediately stopped and rushed over."Calla, are you okay?" Both Mercer and Pierre spoke at the same time
With serious expressions on their faces, the two of them communicated through back-and-forth typing. Unlike before, where a single word uttered with emotion led to a heated argument, this method of communication seemed relaxed and didn't hurt each other's feelings.Soon, a nurse brought breakfast for Calla. Since the bathroom was unoccupied, Calla slipped into it and stood in front of the sink. She couldn't help but frown as she looked at herself in the mirror.The left side of her face was swollen, and her appearance was weary. Touching her face, she thought wryly about how her face had been through a series of slaps recently. However, she hadn't expected to end up in the hospital because of a single strike.After freshening up, Calla walked back into the hospital room and saw Mercer quietly sitting on a chair, waiting for her.Upon seeing her, he gestured toward the meal on the bedside table, indicating she should eat.Calla nodded and sat on the bed. Just as she took a bite
Seeing this, Calla got out of bed and returned the dishes to the nurse station herself. When she returned, she found that Mercer was still standing there on the phone. He had been on the call for almost half an hour. He wasn't the type to enjoy long phone calls, so what was going on today?Suddenly, a thought popped into Calla's head: he was working over the phone.The clock on the wall showed that it was already well past 8:00 am.Normally, Mercer would be on his way to work by this time. He must have been giving instructions to his subordinates over the phone. Realizing this, Calla felt guilty for disrupting his regular work schedule.Finally, Mercer finished his call and hung up a few minutes later. Seeing Calla, he raised an eyebrow slightly. Calla quickly picked up her phone and typed, "Shouldn't you go to work?""I can work from here.""I can manage on my own. I can function as I normally do; I just can't hear.""But…""No buts. If... I mean, if you want, you can co
In the morning, Calla sent a text message to Alicia, asking her to come by during her lunch break as the hospital wasn't far from Atlas.While Calla was eating lunch, the door to her hospital room opened, and Alicia rushed in."Calla, what happened? Where are you hurt?" Alicia looked Calla up and down, relieved to see that there didn't seem to be any other injuries apart from some swelling on her face.At that moment, Calla lowered her head and took out her phone to type."Hey, why aren't you talking?" Alicia asked, puzzled by Calla's silence.Soon, Calla handed her phone to Alicia, who glanced at it and immediately frowned."Alicia, my eardrums were damaged. I have temporary hearing loss, so we'll have to communicate through text.""How did this happen?" Alicia also took out her phone and began to type."I'll explain it all to you in a bit. For now, call my mom and tell her that I had to leave for an impromptu business trip abroad and that my phone isn't working. I'll contact
At this moment, Calla felt immensely lonely and lost as she stared blankly at the flickering lights outside the window. When the lights in the ward suddenly turned on, the intense brightness made her eyes ache. She quickly shielded them with her hand.After her eyes adjusted to the light in the room, Calla saw a figure standing by her bedside.Holding two lunchboxes, he gazed at her with his deep, bright eyes. He didn't say a word as he stood in front of her.Of course, Calla still couldn't hear anything. She knew he didn't utter a word because she hadn't seen his mouth move.Calla wanted nothing more than to throw herself into his arms and rest her head against his broad chest.But she knew she couldn't do that. He didn't belong to her. Just the thought of Sophie made Calla's heart ache once again.Despite her current loneliness and confusion, she couldn't resort to desperate measures. He was like poison to her; she absolutely could not cling to him.A warm, large hand sudd
Calla was ticked off by Mercer's sarcasm and mockery. Pressing her lips together, she angrily typed out a message."You must have forgotten something, Mr. Garland. We're divorced. Whoever I choose to be with is none of your concern. Even if I want to be played by a man, that man will not be you!"Calla was livid as she showed Mercer her screen.After reading those words, Mercer immediately flung the phone against the wall.The phone hit the wall with a loud crash and fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.Calla couldn't hear the sound of the phone breaking; she only saw her broken phone lying on the ground.Who would have thought that they could argue while she couldn't hear, and quite fiercely at that?She glared at him, then turned her face away, not wanting to deal with him anymore.Mercer ran a hand through his hair before he paced the ward several times. When he calmed down, the veins that had been bulging on his forehead gradually went back to looking smooth.Afterwa
"I'm sorry."Calla thought she was mistaken when she first saw those words. Upon closer inspection, she noticed they were indeed typed into his phone's notepad.Calla was secretly amazed by how there came a day when Mercer would apologize. After all, he seemed like someone who didn't even know what "sorry" meant. As she looked up, she couldn't help thinking how lonely the silhouette by the window was. Although she couldn't see his face, she could tell he was dejected.At that moment, Calla felt a twinge of regret. Why did she argue with him? No matter what, he had come to take care of her out of kindness. Wasn't she being a little ungrateful?But it was too late. The argument had already happened. She couldn't possibly apologize to him now, could she?She decided to let it go, figuring that he would leave soon if she continued to ignore him.Then, Calla looked down and let her mind drift.After a long while, Calla raised her gaze and was surprised to find Mercer no longer by t
Calla sneaked a glance at Mercer's face and quickly lowered her head again. Why did he come back? What did he want? Was he here to see her make a fool of herself?At this moment, Mercer couldn't help but smile. Touching his chin, he had a faint smile on his lips.Fortunately, the nurse was in the room. She unfolded the folding bed and placed it in an empty spot by the window. She then thoughtfully made the bed with blankets, all while wearing a big smile and saying something to Mercer.Calla couldn't hear what they were saying, but she saw the young and beautiful nurse looking at Mercer with shining eyes. Like a rabbit seeing a carrot, a mouse seeing some cheese, or a courtesan seeing a client.Calla inwardly chastised herself just in time. How could she think such crude thoughts? The nurse seemed so innocent!When Calla saw Mercer speaking with the nurse, her anger boiled over. She didn't understand why she felt this way. Even so, the feeling was undeniably real.They talked for