Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne felt a chill down her spine as the breeze hit her, making her shiver involuntarily. "Achoo!"

Leda could see they were passing the buck around. She had intended to get to the bottom of it, but hearing Roseanne sneeze and cough again, she couldn't be bothered with the details any longer and had no choice but to get her on a medevac helicopter ASAP.

When they arrived at the hospital, seeing her drenched to the bone, a nurse handed her a set of dry clothes to change into.

Leda was concerned about Roseanne's hands and asked the doctor to check them thoroughly. Luckily, the examination revealed no real damage. There was no bone injury, just a slight sprain that would heal in a few days.

They returned to the hotel on the island via a seaplane after picking up some ointment for the bruises.

Still fuming, Leda sought out the hotel manager responsible for the scuba diving service. The manager was courteous enough, but his words were all evasion, never admitting any fault on the hotel's part. During the argument, Murray happened to return from an outing. Hearing Roseanne's name mentioned and learning about the diving mishap, he pieced together the harrowing events from their fragmented conversation, feeling a chill at the thought.

Considering Roseanne was timid, always calling him when alone at home, needing his voice to fall asleep, he could imagine the fright she must have gone through.

He wanted to offer comfort, but then he noticed Corley, who had appeared out of nowhere, hovering around Roseanne, showering her with attention.

Murray bristled for a moment before composing himself and stepping forward. "Anne, I heard about what happened. The sea can be so treacherous. If there's any injury we haven't discovered yet, it could be troublesome. The Sherwood Group just funded a private hospital in Whitestone Bay. How about I take you there for a full check-up?"

With a slight lift of his narrow eyes, Corley replied coldly, "The hospital's report is on the table, Mr. Sherwood. Didn't you see it? The downtown hospital is good. There's no need to waste me with another check-up.

had a scare. What she needs

now is rest, okay?"

"It seems Mr. Sherwood lacks attention to detail," he paused, suggesting more, "never truly understanding what a woman needs."

Murray glanced at the report on the table, scoffing, "That's just a small clinic. How can you be so sure of its accuracy? The Sherwood family's health center has top-notch

equipment. The check-Met

The check-up wouldn't

take half an hour, and seeing the results with your eyes is more reassuring than anything!"

Corley argued, "I don't wish to argue with you now. If you truly care about her well-being, you'd let her rest."Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Murray retorted, "So, I don't want what's best for her, huh? But you, with that know-it-all attitude. Roseanne isn't one of your employees you can boss around."

Roseanne watched the two men go

back and forth from barely civil

outright hostile. It gave her a headache. Tired of their bickering,

she headed back to her eri

Roseanne looked around in confusion in the darkness, enveloped in a deep, soothing glow that gently rocked her. Feeling unwell, she tried to lift her hand but found her limbs heavy, as if weighed down by stones, completely unresponsive. That sensation of being dragged down, as if about to plunge into an abyss at any second, jolted her awake with a start.