Reborn After Betrayal: No Mercy for His Sweetheart Chapter 01

It was then that the nurse said, “I’ll be setting up your IV drip now, Yvonne. You’ll need to stick to a bland diet—nothing cold or spicy—for two days. You’ll also have to take your prescribed medication on time.” 

I shuddered as I heard the familiar words. I rose to my feet, looked at the clock on the hospital wall, and realized instantly that I had been reborn. 

I suddenly felt someone pressing down on my shoulder, saying, “What’s the matter with you, Yvonne? You should sit down and get your IV started. You’ll be able to rest sooner if we finish this faster. You’ve got the SAT tomorrow, after all.” 

I immediately shoved Wendy Cooper aside as I recalled the suffering of my past life. 

Wendy looked at me with grievance written all over her face. “What was that about, Yvonne? How could you treat me in such a manner when I came to the hospital with you out of concern? I’m so heartbroken, Yvonne.” 

In my past life, Wendy played the part of the clumsy, helpless damsel, expecting everyone to coddle her. I went out of my way to look after her for the sake of my boyfriend, Christian Shepherd. 

I actually felt touched that she came along when I went to the hospital for an IV drip due to a cold and an inflamed throat, thinking that despite her affectations, she was fundamentally kind. 

I had made a point of telling Wendy about my penicillin allergy so she could inform the doctor, but once the drip started, I noticed the word “penicillin” printed on the IV bag. 

I panicked, ripped the needle from my arm, and shouted for the doctor. I then demanded an explanation. “How could you put me on this IV drip when I specifically told you that I’m allergic to penicillin?” 

It was then that the doctor quickly explained, “Your friend was the one who insisted on using penicillin, saying that it would make you recover faster and wouldn’t interfere with your exam tomorrow.” 

I didn’t even have time to get mad before Wendy started weeping. “I’m so sorry, Yvonne. It’s my fault for being so foolish. I only wanted you to get well sooner. I didn’t realize I was actually doing something wrong. You can just go ahead and yell at me, Yvonne.” 

I merely told her to be more careful moving forward, giving her a pass because of Christian. 

I finally came to realized that Wendy had done it on purpose as I recalled my past life. I clenched my fists as I looked at the nurse, who was about to start the IV, and said, “I’m allergic to penicillin.”