Flora's POV:
When we were done cleaning up our room, Sylvia retreated to the bathroom to take a shower.
With Sylvia gone, I felt lonely and sad.
I thought about what she said just now about how Warren really loved me. I sneered and clenched my fists angrily, inadvertently squishing the orange in my hand.
Regret? Never.
I clenched my fists so hard that orange juice spurted everywhere, staining even the uniform I was planning to wear tomorrow.
I hurried to clean it up but felt even angrier with Warren.
When Warren was in a coma, his life was in fatal danger. I was so anxious that I didn't even dare to close my eyes or take a break for fear that Warren would suddenly stop breathing.
Later, when his condition had finally stabilized, I staggered out of his ward to finally have a meal.
When I came back, a nurse told me that Warren had woken up already. I was so happy that all my fatigue disappeared in an instant.
I rushed to his ward happily, wondering how Warren would react when he saw me.
But as soon as I arrived, Alina stopped me from entering.
She was guarding the door with four muscly bodyguards, as though she was declaring her sovereignty.
Alina quickly recognized me as Sylvia's roommate and asked me about my relationship with Warren.
I didn't know what to say. After all, Warren and I were just pretending to be a couple, so I couldn't tell her I was his girlfriend.
When she saw that I was at a loss for words, Alina sneered and accused me of being a lowly, gold-digging bitch.
Her loud voice attracted the attention of whoever was in the area.
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