Trapped In Lace

Emma was in shock that she almost dropped her bag. 'What the hell?'

Rachel pursed her lips.

Although they weren't speaking ill of her, she felt uncomfortable to be part of their conversation.

She didn't go away quietly. In fact, the moment her face was shown,

the girls realized that she had heard them gossip about her.

The girls huddled around each other in bewilderment. Some of them shared looks as they wanted to figure out what to do next.

"What should we do?"

"I don't know either."

"Will she teach us a lesson?"

Finding no answer within themselves, they gazed up at Emma. The woman was so restless that she was about to break her bag strap. She gritted her teeth. "What are you looking at me for? I'm not her!" she demanded.

Her voice was much weaker than before as guilt crept over her words.

Jack was known to defend the people around him. What if he got back at her for the words that she had just said today?

After all, she had insulted both his wife and his ex.

Emma balled her fists and lowered her head. "I'll apologize to her."

All of the women gazed up at Emma in surprise, not really expecting that she would lower her pride for something like this. Without another word, she pursed her lips and walked out.

She glanced around, muttering to herself, "Where is she?"

She didn't even know th

in front of the elevator doors.

They arrived into the hospital in a hurry as they panted for breath.

Fortunately, the doctor was able to contact someone who had known Rachel. They were able to discuss the situation at hand.

The man immediately ordered the doctor to treat the patient according to Rachel's method.

It was not until she stood for a while that she noticed that her feet were already sore. Glancing down, she realized that her ankle was already dark red.

'Maybe I twisted my ankle along the way,' she thought, wincing in pain.

The lining of her dress were also stained with mud and dust, but she was in no shape to clean in. What was important now was the patient's condition.

Fortunately, there weren't any people that night.

Next to her, a mother and her daughter stood beside her as they waited for the elevator. The girl with a fever cooling patch stared up at Rachel.

Noticing that the girl was peeking, Rachel gazed at her and gave her a friendly smile.

The little girl lowered her head and blushed as she hid behind her mother's arm.

Rachel and the girl's mother shared a look.

Without another word, she walked into the elevator.

As the doors closed, she thought back to the handbag that she had left at the banquet hall. She thought of her phone while sighing inwardly. 'How can I get back now?'