Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 251

“Alright, stop messing around. This is the hospital director,” Darcy said, affectionately pinching Yvonne's cheek. He then turned to Mr. Bishop with a helpless look. “Mr. Bishop, please don’t mind her. My girlfriend here doesn’t know any better. I’ll teach her a lesson when we get home.”

Mr. Bishop knew exactly what kind of man the family's second son was: a good-for-nothing who only knew how to play with women. He figured this little starlet wouldn't last long and paid her no mind.

“The internal medicine department is closed for the day. The emergency room is on the first floor. I'll have my assistant take you there,” Mr. Bishop said, adding a reminder, “You should try to stay away from hospitals, Darcy. You’ve always hated the smell of disinfectant.”

“Yeah, I know,” Darcy replied. He grabbed Yvonne’s hand and followed Mr. Bishop's assistant into an express elevator heading down.

The assistant led them to the ER on the first floor, where they bypassed the line and were seen immediately by a specialist.

The doctor ordered a battery of tests for Yvonne.

Yvonne had no choice but to cooperate. If she didn't, her lie about the stomachache would be exposed.

The body she now inhabited had been abused for years and had undergone heart surgery, making it genuinely frail. The tests revealed a host of issues, but thankfully, none were life-threatening. They could all be managed with treatment and care over time.

“You’re so young, yet your health is so poor. I’ll prescribe some medication for you. Take it on schedule,” the doctor said, fulfilling his duties.

Darcy walked out of the hospital carrying a bag of medicine, which he carelessly tossed into the trunk of his car. “With your sickly constitution, are you even up for this?” he grumbled impatiently. “Don’t go and die on me after a few rounds. I don’t want a dead body on my hands.”

“Then maybe you shouldn't be playing with me, Mr. Rogers. I'm leaving right now.”

Yvonne feigned anger and turned to walk away.

It was likely the first time Darcy had ever been punched, and he was completely stunned. A bruise was already forming on his cheek, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He instinctively wanted to call for his bodyguards, but he had sent his driver and security away. Instead, his attacker's bodyguards immediately restrained him.

With his arms pinned, Darcy struggled to look up. He was still dazed when he saw Thomas' furious face.

“Thomas?”

“Darcy, do you have a death wish? You actually have the guts to hit on my girl.” Thomas snarled at him.