Luna slammed the phone down, strode out of the hotel, and hailed a taxi straight to the hospital.
She was fuming throughout the trip, unable to understand Joshua's point of view. Was he simply too much of a workaholic, or did he simply choose to ignore his health?
He barely had the time to rest, yet he chose to help Tara—a cousin whom he was not even related to—with her 'problem'.
She could not believe this man. He had four children to feed, yet he continued to take his health for granted. What would happen if he fell ill? Would she have to take care of five people then?
Besides, it was one thing to do this, but another issue entirely because he had failed to update her on the situation or at least tell her he was not going home.
If she had not called him, she would still be clueless about everything that was going on.
Bonnie was right about men; Joshua would never have done this in the past!
The more Luna thought about it, the more furious she got.
The taxi soon arrived at the hospital.
Luna was so angry that she got out of the car and stomped toward the hospital in a huff, barely even noticing where she was going. By the time she came to, she bumped into another woman.
"Ouch!" Robyn glanced at Luna, clutching her chest in pain. "Watch where you're going!"
As angry as she was, she had to admit her mistake. She smiled and apologized to the woman she had bumped into. "I'm sorry. I was engrossed in my thoughts and didn't see you coming. I'm sorry if I hurt you."
The woman in front of her seemed to be a visitor too. There was an open thermal food container by her feet, and its contents were spilled all over the linoleum floor.
Luna felt even more guilty at this sight.
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