Miss Misunderstood (Revised and Translated Version)

Chapter 4

"She's fine. There's nothing to worry about her. Just give her time to rest and she will feel better in no time." These were the last words I heard from the doctor to my worried parents as I lay in the hospital bed.

They immediately put me inside a private room in the nearest hospital from the restaurant, where we were supposed to have dinner to avoid attention from people who walk in and out of the hospital. Mom said the doctor also told them there was nothing we should be concerned about after a few tests they gave me, apart from the fact that I was a little dehydrated and the blood pressure was unstable.

I knew my blood pressure had been low because I often feel dizzy and I look pale without makeup on. The doctor advised me to eat healthily and get a proper rest to get back in shape. According to mom, Lucas followed us into the hospital, but dad told him to leave. He obeyed immediately in fear of making a scene and after that—he didn't come back.

It seemed he was afraid of getting hit again by my dad. Well, that's better because I don't want to see his face around.

They told me to rest, but the ambiance inside the room was uncomfortable. I convinced my parents to get me out of the hospital. I would rather rest at the hotel than inside a room. I don't even know how many took their last breath there. While dad settled things, mom and I waited for him in the lobby.

I no longer feel dizzy. It was just that my stomach was sour because we haven't had dinner yet, but that didn't matter because I was more concerned about the things inside my head.

"By the way, hija, the doctor asked what happened before you lost consciousness." I suddenly stopped filtering my thoughts when mom mentioned this. I was alarmed because the problem might increase when what happened in the restaurant became the talk of the town.

"D-Did you tell him?" I asked. Too obvious with the way I stammered how nervous I was.

"Of course I didn't," mom answered while rolling her eyes. "I only told him we were having dinner when you suddenly passed out—just that," she assured me. I immediately sighed as a sign of relief when I heard this.

"I know what could happen if I did, so you don't have to worry about it. Your dad and I will protect you," she assured me.

"Thanks, mom," I gave her a hug and lay my head on her shoulder and as I moved away, she patted my cheek and smiled sweetly at me.

I'm thankful that they are my parents. Even though I grew up as a brat and kept getting upset when I did not get what I wanted, they never get tired of teaching me and loving me. They have no choice, anyway. I am their only child. I love them both so much. I just couldn't show it often.

Honestly, mom did the right thing, although she lied, yes, but she saved me from getting into more trouble.

It is actually strange how Lucas's family values their name, and almost all over England people know them, especially those in the line of big companies. That is the one thing I don't like about them, but I discovered it too late. I got to know when I was already married to one of them.

Well, I found out they were so afraid to put dirt on their name but they were fearless of doing things that could destroy it. They thought they could shut the mouths of people by stuffing them with money all the time.

I could do that as well. Our wealth is close to them. My dad could use all his power to put their family down if I asked him to, but I don't want to. I don't want to drag my parents to something I know would also cause something that we won't be happy with in the end. They are lucky because my parents are still using their brains. Still kind, despite what their son did to me. But earlier—I was a little surprised when Lucas said that we should talk about everything first.