Sylvia had thought that after this incident, Victor Morgan would surely spend more time by her side. She never expected him to just abandon her like this.
She had just gone through such a dangerous ordeal. Logically, if Victor Morgan really cared about her, he would have been worried sick. He certainly wouldn't have left at a time like this.
As she angrily pounded on the bed, a sigh came from the doorway. "My dear cousin, how pitiful. So badly injured, yet you can't even get Victor's concern. The years of history between you two can't even compare to a woman he's known for only a few months."
The person speaking at the door was none other than Luna Warner. She walked in with a look of mingled pity and disdain. In the past, she had been quite envious of their relationship.
But now, seeing Sylvia end up in such a state, she found it rather pathetic.
Compared to that woman, Vera Warner, she would much rather see Sylvia stay by Victor Morgan's side than watch Vera claim victory.
