---- Chapter 222 pointed out the idling car. The hospital was a quick turn and a kilometer away. His phone buzzed. He answered, a grin spreading across his face. | heard Wendy's sweet voice asking for a driving lesson. "Wendy needs me. It's urgent,' Antonio said, his impatience barely concealed. He was clearly rushing to see her. | stated coldly. "I can't walk." His expression didn't change. "Don't be dramatic. It's just a leg wound." He yanked open the car door and threw me out.

"Call me after the doctor." | watched him drive away, the spray from his tires misting my wound. ---- Chapter 222 Fifty meters to the hospital, but my legs buckled, sending me sprawling onto the curb in agony. A security guard rushed over, fearing a car accident. Later, after my leg was bandaged, | arrived home late. Antonio burst in, furious. "| waited an hour at the hospital! Your phone was dead!" | stared at him, completely bewildered. He'd never called.

---- Chapter 223 Chapter 223 | spent two hours in the hospital, receiving IV fluids, but Antonio never came. Feeling awful, | took a cab home; my phone had died just two minutes earlier. Antonio hadn't called once. "You blocked me," | said, explaining the situation. He seemed surprised, then softened. "| got you fried chicken, your favorite." The bucket showed mostly empty, clearly someone else's leftovers. Thirty minutes ago, I'd seen Wendy's Facebook post. There was a picture of Antonio cooking chicken, captioned, "A man who can cook is so sexy."