The Mistress Is Reborn As The Fiancée
Chapter 53: Washed Up Celebrity

Chapter 53: Washed Up Celebrity

After raising bell with the doctors and nurse, Flynn stepped outside the hospital and pulled out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he dialed Tolu’s number.

"Tolu," he said, his voice sharp and urgent. "I am going to need you to find out who leaked Areum’s marriage certificate. And I need to know why she was attacked today."

"Attacked?" Tolu repeated, his voice laced with surprise. "What do you mean?"

"She was attacked by a mob of fans," Flynn said, his voice tight. "She is in the hospital."

"Damn," Tolu muttered, his voice laced with concern. "I will get on it right away. But Flynn, this is getting serious. We need to be careful."

"I know," Flynn said, his voice grim. "But I can’t do anything about it until I find out who has it bad for her."

"Alright," Tolu said, his voice laced with determination. "I will find out who’s behind this... and about your uncle in-law there is a lot."

"Okay, we can speak about that later." Flynn said, "Areum is top priority right now."

Flynn hung up, his gaze fixed on the hospital entrance. He knew that he had to protect Areum, to uncover the truth, to bring those responsible to justice. He would not rest until he had found out who was trying to hurt her, and why.

Flynn stepped back into the hospital room, his expression calm, his eyes meeting Areum’s. He could sense a lingering tension in the air, a subtle unease that hung between them. He walked towards her bedside, his movements deliberate, his gaze softening as he looked down at her.

"I’m going to head out for a bit," he said, his voice gentle. "I’ll be back later."

Areum’s eyes flickered, a flicker of disappointment that she tried to conceal, but could not quite hide. "So soon?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Flynn’s lips curved into a gentle smile, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. He had caught her off guard, her carefully constructed facade slipping for a fleeting moment.

"I can stay as long as you want," he said, his voice laced with a playful warmth. "Just say the word."

Areum’s cheeks flushed, her eyes flashing with a mixture of embarrassment and defiance. She turned her head away, her gaze fixed on the window, her expression stubborn.

"Don’t be ridiculous," she mumbled, her voice laced with a hint of petulance. "I don’t need you to stay."

Flynn chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that filled the sterile silence of the room. He knew that she was trying to maintain her pride, to hide her disappointment, but he also knew that she wanted him to stay.

"Alright, alright," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I’m only going to get a few things for you. And I need to reassure Grandma Jia, so she doesn’t find out about the attack and get unnecessarily worried."

Areum’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of concern crossing her face. She had been so focused on her own pain and anger that she had forgotten about her grandmother.

"Oh," she said, her voice softer. "That’s... that is thoughtful."

Flynn smiled, his expression warm and reassuring. "Of course," he said, his voice gentle. "I wouldn’t want to cause her any unnecessary distress."

He paused, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer, his eyes filled with a silent promise of his return. "I’ll be back soon," he said, his voice firm and unwavering. "Just rest."

He turned and walked towards the door, his footsteps echoing softly through the room. He paused at the threshold, his hand resting on the doorknob, and glanced back at Areum.

"And Areum," he said, his voice laced with a hint of playful warning. "Try not to get into any more trouble while I’m gone."

He winked, his eyes twinkling with amusement, and then slipped out of the room, leaving Areum alone with her thoughts.

She watched the door close behind him, her mind filled with a mixture of relief and disappointment. She was relieved that he was going to reassure her grandmother, to prevent her from worrying. But she was also disappointed that he was leaving, that she would be alone again.

She sighed, her body aching, her mind weary. She closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting back to the attack, to the betrayal, to the loss. She felt vulnerable, exposed, adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

She thought of Flynn, his unwavering support, his gentle concern, his fierce protectiveness. He had been her rock, her anchor, her shield against the storm. She didn’t understand his unwavering loyalty, his unwavering devotion. But she was grateful for it, grateful for him.

She opened her eyes, her gaze drifting to the window. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a reminder of the world outside, the world she had lost. She wondered what the future held, what challenges she would face, what battles she would fight. Lost in her thoughts, her exhausted body gave way for sleep

Areum drifted into a restless sleep, the lingering ache in her body and the turmoil in her mind creating a landscape of unsettling dreams. She tossed and turned, her subconscious replaying the attack, the betrayal, the emptiness that had settled within her.

After what felt like an eternity, she stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. The room was dim, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. A sense of unease washed over her, a feeling that she wasn’t alone.

She strained her ears, listening intently. Faint voices drifted through the air, muffled but distinct. She recognized the sharp, judgmental tones of hospital staff.

"She is such a bitch," one voice whispered, laced with a venomous undertone. "Thinks she is so special, demanding a VIP suite."

"I know," another voice replied, a hint of disdain in their tone. "And that attitude? No wonder her career crashed. No one wants her here."

"Honestly," the first voice continued, "I don’t know why they are even bothered about giving her special treatment. She is just a washed-up celebrity."

Areum’s heart pounded in her chest, a wave of anger and hurt washing over her. She recognized the voices, the same nurses who had treated her with thinly veiled contempt earlier. They were gossiping, judging her, reveling in her misfortune.

She wanted to shout at them, to tell them to leave, to tell them how wrong they were. But she held back, her pride refusing to give them the satisfaction. She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, her body tense, her mind seething.

However, the next moment, she felt a sharp painful prick in her arm and her arms flew open.