Third Person's POV
Humphrey shoved Wilmot and Randall along, urging them to leave the hospital ward quickly.
Vivian sat completely dumbfounded on the cold floor. Through the open door, she could even hear Humphrey and Wilmot's voices echoing from the corridor, "No wonder Alina always calls me an i***t. I really was so stupid before."
"No, you're actually incredibly smart—you've always known exactly whose side to stand on."
"Why do I feel like you two are sarcastically calling me a fence-sitter?"
Listening to their footsteps gradually fade away, Vivian slumped on the floor, her eyes wide with sheer disbelief.
She couldn't figure it out. How could all those people—the ones who used to put her on a pedestal, coax her, and treat her like a precious treasure even though they knew she was
