When She Turns Her Back Novel

Three minutes 370 Summary Troy sits quietly beside Teresa's hospital bed, watching her fragile state with concern. Despite her cold and resentful silence, he tries gently to coax her into eating some porridge, promising to leave as soon as Charles arrives. Teresa's pain and anger boil over when she recalls Sylvia's words, and she violently rejects Troy's offer, demanding he leave and never come back. The porridge spills on the floor, and Troy, though hurt, calmly agrees to leave, hiding his inner turmoil as he steps out.

Outside the room, Troy battles his emotions before heading to the maternity ward, where he confronts Sylvia with a menacing intensity. Dragging her to the rooftop, he demands to know what she said to Teresa. Sylvia denies any wrongdoing, but Troy's suspicions and anger remain. He warns her coldly that Teresa is the only woman he loves and threatens to destroy her if she causes trouble again. Despite the harsh exchange, Sylvia remains defiant, unwilling to give up on Troy even as he makes clear his loyalty lies solely with Teresa.

Returning to the orthopedic ward, Troy watches silently as Charles enters Teresa's room. Charles tries to reassure Teresa by mentioning a conversation with Yolanda and presents her with pork rib soup made by Sharon, hoping she will eat. Teresa, noticing Troy at the door, unexpectedly tells Charles to feed her, surprising him with her sudden willingness to accept help. The chapter ends with this tense and uncertain moment, highlighting the complex emotions and strained relationships surrounding Teresa's recovery.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Troy sat quietly beside the hospital bed, his eyes fixed intently on Teresa's pale, weary face. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the room, mingling with the faint hum of medical machines. When Teresa finally spoke, her words cut through the silence like a sharp blade, and Troy's gaze darkened immediately, a shadow crossing his features. Yet, within moments, he masked the coldness in his eyes with a carefully measured smile.

Reaching for the bowl of porridge resting on the bedside table, he gently blew on it to cool it down before lifting it toward Teresa's lips. "Come on, just a little bite," he urged softly. "You can't keep starving yourself like this. Look at you-you're so thin now." Teresa turned slowly to face him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The hurt and resentment in her gaze were unmistakable, and her lips remained tightly sealed, refusing to utter a single word. Troy's heart ached seeing her like this, so fragile and withdrawn.

"Please," he coaxed gently, lowering his voice to a tender murmur, "just eat a bit first. As soon as he arrives, I promise I'll leave right away." Despite Troy's humble plea, Teresa's discomfort grew. In a sprawling city like Riverdale, where even Charles couldn't make Troy flinch, here he was-shrinking, bending, almost disappearing in front of her. And after all the harsh things she had said, Troy acted as if he hadn't heard a thing. But then, a sudden memory of Sylvia's words ignited a fierce anger inside Teresa. With a sharp slap, she knocked the spoon clean out of Troy's hand.

"Troy, I told you-I don't want anything you bring me! I only want what Charles gives. Just leave! I don't want to see you. Get out! Go away!" she screamed, her voice cracking with raw emotion, veins bulging on her neck as she poured out her pain. The porridge spilled messily onto the floor, splattering across the cold tiles. Troy stood frozen, his hands still hovering where the bowl had been moments before, as if time itself had stopped around him. The world felt heavy and silent.

After what seemed like an eternity, his fingers twitched slightly, curling inward as he slowly withdrew his hands. His eyes now held a darkness so profound, it swirled with silent storms-impenetrable and unknowable. He fixed Teresa with a steady gaze and said quietly, "Fine. I'll get out of your sight." There was no anger in his voice, no hint of hurt-only calm resolve. Without hesitation, Troy rose from his seat and walked directly toward the door. Teresa watched him go, a dull ache twisting painfully in her chest.

None of this was Troy's fault, yet she had hurled those cruel words at him anyway. Once outside, Troy didn't leave immediately. He leaned against the wall, staring up at the sterile ceiling, fighting back tears that threatened to spill. When the tightness in his chest finally eased, he pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the elevator, a simmering storm of anger hidden beneath his composed exterior.

The elevator carried him swiftly up to the maternity ward, where he marched purposefully to the doctor's office, his presence radiating a menacing intensity that made passersby instinctively shrink away. The cold indifference in his eyes was unmistakable. Without regard for the patients waiting or the doctors deep in discussion, Troy stepped inside. Sylvia was at her computer, absorbed in a patient's file, completely unaware of Troy's approach until his shadow fell across her screen. Looking up, she was surprised to see him standing there. "Mr.

Hamilton?" she said, a faint smile flickering across her face. But Troy said nothing. Firmly grasping her arm, he pulled her from her chair and strode out of the office. "Mr. Hamilton, what's going on?" Sylvia asked, struggling as he tightened his grip. He didn't look back. His voice was icy cold. "We need to talk." Ignoring her protests, he led her down the hall to the stairwell. Sylvia stumbled to keep pace as Troy climbed swiftly, his grip unrelenting. Finally, they reached the rooftop. Troy pushed the door shut behind them with a loud bang, his expression grim as he faced her.

"After I left the room, what exactly did you say to Teresa?" Sylvia's face was flushed from the climb, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked at Troy with wide, innocent eyes. "I swear, I didn't say a word to her." But Troy wasn't convinced. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming and suffocating. Each step he took made Sylvia shrink back, until her back was pressed against the edge of the rooftop, leaving her no escape. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at him, a mix of innocence and hurt shining through. Troy's gaze hardened. "Sylvia, let me be perfectly clear.

I don't care if you saved me back then. The only woman I'll ever love is Teresa, and no one else. If you ever stir up trouble or speak behind her back again, I will destroy you." His voice was like a blade, cold and unforgiving, his eyes narrowing into a frosty glare that cut deeper than the harshest winter chill. Sylvia shivered under his stare, but there was no fear in her eyes-only defiance. Troy leaned in, one hand braced on the railing, the other gripping Sylvia's chin tightly. His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "I'm no saint.

Even if you saved me, if I don't acknowledge it, you can scream all you want-it won't change a damn thing." He shoved her chin aside roughly, forcing her face to turn. Her neck flushed bright red from the harshness of his touch. "You're the fourth woman I seriously can't stand," he said coldly. To Troy, nothing else mattered but Teresa. No matter what anyone did-even saving his life-it meant nothing if it wasn't Teresa. Without another word, Troy turned and walked away, leaving Sylvia alone on the rooftop.

The wind tugged at her hair as she leaned against the railing, his warnings echoing relentlessly in her mind. Despite everything, Sylvia had no intention of giving up on Troy. A man like him should have been hers from the beginning. But now, Teresa had taken him away, and Sylvia refused to accept defeat without a fight. As Troy made his way back down to the orthopedic ward, he caught sight of Charles entering Teresa's room. Quietly, Troy positioned himself just outside the door, watching silently.

Charles noticed the assortment of items cluttering the bedside table but said nothing, placing the meal box he had brought among them. Sitting down beside Teresa, Charles glanced at her pale face, a flicker of concern crossing his features. After a moment's thought, he finally spoke. "I went back and asked Yolanda. She said she didn't push you." Teresa didn't seem surprised by his words. Calmly, she replied, "Believe whatever you want. I never said you had to trust me." Charles said nothing further. His eyes drifted away from Teresa to the messy pile of breakfast items on the table.

The porridge that had spilled earlier had already been cleaned by the staff, so Charles noticed nothing unusual. Still, seeing all the food there made him quietly wonder who had brought it. But he kept his thoughts to himself. Clearing his throat, Charles said, "Sharon knows you love pork ribs, so she made some pork rib soup for you. She hopes you'll try it." Just as he finished, Teresa was about to tell him to leave the soup and go, when out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Troy peeking in through the doorway.

Instantly recognizing him, she swallowed her words and instead said softly, "Then feed me." Charles blinked in surprise, completely caught off guard. "What?" he asked, stunned by her unexpected reply. Conclusion The chapter closes on a note of raw vulnerability and unresolved tension, capturing the fragile dynamics between Troy, Teresa, and Sylvia. Troy's unwavering focus on Teresa, despite her harsh rejection, reveals the depth of his conflicted emotions and the lengths he is willing to go to protect the woman he loves.

Meanwhile, Teresa's pain and resistance underscore the complexity of their relationship, where love is intertwined with hurt and mistrust. Sylvia's defiant presence adds another layer of intensity, hinting at the ongoing struggle for Troy's allegiance and the emotional stakes involved. Amidst the turmoil, the quiet moment between Teresa and Charles offers a brief glimpse of tenderness and hope, suggesting that even in the midst of conflict, care and understanding can still find a place.

As Troy's fierce devotion to Teresa clashes with the simmering tensions stirred by Sylvia's defiance, readers can expect an intense exploration of loyalty, trust, and the fragile boundaries between love and resentment. The rooftop confrontation leaves a lingering question about Sylvia's next move-and whether Troy's harsh warning will push her into darker territory or spark a surprising change of heart. Meanwhile, Teresa's fragile state and her unexpected plea to Charles hint at complicated dynamics yet to unfold.

Will Charles rise to the occasion, or will his presence only deepen the wounds between these intertwined lives? The quiet moments of vulnerability between the characters set the stage for emotional revelations and difficult decisions, keeping readers on edge as the story edges toward a turning point where past grievances and present desires collide.