Eleanor instinctively covered her scalding, red-hot face.
Hailey rushed over, embracing Eleanor protectively.
Cedric, with lightning speed, pushed away the bowl in Katharine’s hand, while Robin forcefully grabbed her wrist, “What the hell are you doing?!”
Robin, his thick eyebrows knitted together, glared at the furious and irrational Katharine, “It was Caleb’s own choice to take Bernard’s place, Bernard didn’t force him. If anyone is to blame, it should be Bernard, why are you attacking Eleanor?!”
Katharine, who had lost her sanity, paid no attention to Robin’s words. Like a madwoman, she shoved Robin forcefully.
Robin, still recovering from a gunshot wound, almost passed out from the pain as the sudden force aggravated his injury.
Robin managed to steady himself by holding onto the table, but the pain from his wound rendered him momentarily speechless.
“Caleb died because of her husband, shouldn’t she suffer for it?” Katharine, in her deranged state, couldn’t distinguish right from wrong. She was stuck in her own world of anger and blame.
“All because of her husband, Caleb is dead!!!” She stared at Eleanor, tears welling up in her eyes, struggling to suppress her urge to hit someone.
She knew she was in the wrong, but she couldn’t help her sudden fits of rage and violence.
No one in this world owed her anything, no one should bear her irrationality. But what could she do? Caleb was gone, and she was sick. What was she supposed to do?
Katharine couldn’t think straight, nor could she control herself. She picked up a bowl of soup from the table, intending to throw it at Eleanor again.
Luckily, Cedric was there. Unlike Robin, he was more ruthless. He grabbed Katharine by the throat.
His face stern while he controlled Katharine, then turned to look at Eleanor, who was covering her eyes, unable to open them, “Hailey, go get the doctor, now!”
Snapping out of her shock, Hailey rushed to the bedside and quickly pressed the call bell for the doctor.
Cedric was about to throw Katharine out when she suddenly calmed down, tears streaming down her face.
Seeing her like this, Cedric frowned, released her, and stood by, keeping a close eye on her.
Despite his wound, Robin walked up to Eleanor, somewhat helplessly, asking Eleanor if she was in pain.
Eleanor was in too much pain to speak, so Robin didn’t ask again. He just stared at Eleanor, his heart aching.
The doctor arrived swiftly, cleaning the soup from Eleanor’s eyes, allowing her to finally open her stinging eyes.
Her vision was somewhat blurry, but at least she could see clearly. Her face, scalded by the hot soup, was an embarrassing shade of red.
The doctor warned that if the soup had been hotter, she might have suffered severe burns, and admonished them for their behavior in the hospital
After treating Eleanor’s burns and leaving some ointment with them, the doctor quickly left the room.
After the doctor had left, Katharine curled up in a corner, staring blankly at Eleanor’s red face.
“Your husband is responsible for Caleb’s death, so you should bear the pain…”
Through her hazy, pain-filled eyes, Eleanor looked at the lonely figure of Katharine, “Katharine, I’m sorry. I don’t think Bernard did it intentionally. He probably didn’t expect Caleb to do that.”
She trusted Bernard, and believed that he would rather face danger himself than sacrifice Caleb.
But Katharine didn’t understand this. In her eyes, Bernard had sent Caleb to his death, “He was Caleb’s boss, whatever he asked Caleb to do, Caleb had to do it…”
“That’s not how it was, there really wasn’t enough time…”
“Not enough time to find someone else to die for him?”
Eleanor choked on her words. Robin tried to interject, but was cut off by Katharine’s cold laughter, “You two, the high and mighty bosses, how could you possibly value Caleb’s life?!”