I couldn't stand up from the bed the next morning. My body felt weak, my head pounding like drum. My stomach churned violently, forcing me to stay curled up under the covers. I had barely slept, replaying Nicholas and Clara's betrayal over and over in my head. Cecilia stood by the doorway, arms crossed, watching me with concern. “ Iris, you're not going to work like this.” I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. “ I'll be fine.” “ No, you won't,” she shot back. “You've been sick for days. You barely eat, you look pale, and now you can't even get out of bed. I sighed heavily. “Cecilia, I just need rest.” “No , you need a doctor.” She stepped closer holding her waist. “Come on, get up. We’re going to the hospital.” I shook my head stubbornly. “I don't want to.” Cecilia narrowed her eyes. “Iris” “I said I'm fine.” “You're clearly not!” She snapped, frustration creeping into my voice. “I get that you're heartbroken, but this isn't just about that. What if it's somethi
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