Chapter 2

By the time I came out of the operating room, it was afternoon.

As soon as I walked out of the main hall, I saw a delivery guy carrying an enormous bouquet of yellow roses coming in from outside, calling out loudly:

"Excuse me, is there a Mrs. Reid here? These are flowers ordered for you by Mr. Reid!"

Seeing this, I couldn't help but smile.

This morning when leaving the house, I'd rushed and had a little spat with Grayson Reid. We'd had a cold war all day without talking, but now he was sending yellow roses—clearly an apology.

I suppressed my smile and stepped forward:

"Give me the flowers. I'm Mrs.—"

"Don't touch my flowers!"

Before my hand could take the bouquet, Quinn suddenly shrieked and ran over from the opposite direction, shoving me aside and glaring at me with utter contempt:

"Joanna, can you have any shame? This morning you tried to claim my car, this afternoon you're trying to steal my flowers—do you have no sense of dignity at all?"

She shoved me and I stumbled. My initial willingness to let it go turned to complete anger. I frowned at her:

"Is something wrong with your brain? These are my flowers!"

"Hahahaha..."

Quinn's entourage—several other interns from the chat—all pointed at me and laughed:

"How much do you love drama? A bouquet of roses this big—only Quinn's wealthy young master husband could afford it. Who do you think would send flowers to a country bumpkin like you?"

"Exactly! Never seen someone like this—completely shameless over a bouquet of flowers! The way she shamelessly pushed herself forward was so embarrassing to watch!"

"Only someone like Quinn, a wealthy young madam with such grace, wouldn't stoop to your level. Otherwise I'd really call the police!"

Meanwhile, Quinn put on a shy expression:

"Oh, you guys are terrible! I told you to keep my identity secret, and here you are blabbing about it!"

"My darling husband is a wealthy family heir—very prestigious. So many people try to curry favor with him. I don't want to be bothered by these people every day."

The others immediately comforted and praised her, expressing understanding and showing various envious expressions.

I was dumbfounded by their performance—utterly speechless:

"Your darling husband is so amazing but makes you drive someone else's car and steal someone else's flowers?"

"And 'wealthy young madam'—what kind of wealthy young madam does an internship? Just go home and lie around instead!"

"What do you know? I believe in being self-reliant!"

Quinn seemed to have a nerve struck. Her face flushed as she stepped forward:

"If I told you my husband's name, it would scare you to death. He's the heir to the Reid Corporation!"

I paused before processing who she meant, then asked with a frown:

"You're talking about Grayson?"

"How dare you! How dare you speak my husband's name so casually?"

Quinn glared at me arrogantly, incredibly haughty.

I was beyond speechless:

"Did Grayson marry you in your dreams?"

"How dare you insult me?"

Quinn's expression changed. She opened her mouth angrily: "My husband won't let you get away with—"

I raised my hand, cutting off her words:

"I don't know if your husband will let me get away with anything, but I'll tell you this—you're impersonating Mrs. Reid and swindling people. Grayson definitely won't let you get away with it!"

Someone impersonating a wealthy lady and landing on me—today really opened my eyes.

Quinn's face turned red:

"What gives you the right to say I'm swindling people? I am Grayson's wife!"

"Proof?"

I stared at her unflinchingly:

"Empty words mean nothing. Why should I believe you're Mrs. Reid?"

"I'll call my husband right now and have him come over immediately!"

She pulled out her phone and made a call, her voice sweet and cloying:

"Hello, honey, come to the hospital quick. Some bitch doesn't believe your identity and keeps bullying me, boo hoo..."

"Who dares bully Grayson's woman? I'll be right there!"

The voice on the other end of the call—Grayson—immediately responded, saying he'd come over.

Hearing this, Quinn immediately became confident, looking smugly at everyone:

"Nobody leave. When my husband gets here, he won't let this bitch off!"

Watching Quinn so confident and certain, I felt bewildered for a moment. If her husband really was Grayson, then who was my husband?

So I also took the opportunity to send Grayson a message on SnapChat, asking him to pick me up from the hospital.

Grayson quickly replied "OK," which put my mind at ease. I also started looking forward to this upcoming drama of "the real and fake Grayson"!