A Crazy Wife novel Chapter 43

Downstairs Chester is having dinner alone.

Lily comes downstairs right away. She has always been very attentive to her eldest son, but Chester to her is always quite cold. Today is no exception.

"Young Master, would you like to add another bowl of ravioli?"

"No need."

Chester sets aside his spoon, wipes his mouth slowly, and slowly raises his head, looking towards the direction of the second-floor bedroom.

Hannah's eyes tighten and she shrinks back, hiding her entire body behind the door frame.

She has always felt as if Chester knew everything, and that no matter what happens, he is always calm and composed, as if he could see from God's perspective, watching them like outsiders watching a play.

"When I came back today, I heard that Grandpa had suddenly fainted, so Mom sent for Dr Mosby to come and see him, only to find that it was the same old illness. Are you sure he doesn't want to go to the hospital for proper treatment?"

After nightfall, Hannah and Chester lean side by side on the bs with a proper distance between them, and when she thinks that she might have been seen by Chester talking to Michael, she doesn’t know what to say, so she asks him about the senior master.

Chester, still holding his military book, doesn't even distract his attention, "Grandpa knows about his own body."

After saying that, he turns a page, very concentrated as if he did not hear the two words 'Dr Mosby'.

Hannah is flipping through fashion magazines, but out of the corner of her eye, she keeps paying attention to Chester's face.

"Has our family doctor always been Dr Mosby? I feel like Dr Mosby is a little too young, don't you think maybe an older one would be better to care for Grandpa."

"The Mosby family has been military doctors for three generations and is friends with our family."

The senior master believes in the Mosby family, and it was Michael's father who came to see him in the early years, and then after Michael's father is reassigned in the army, he replaced him and came over some years ago.

"Oh, that's fine."

Hannah nods. She isn't trying to replace Michael, but rather she is using the opportunity to imply to Chester that she has nothing to do with him.

“What can I have to do with him If I offer to replace him?” She thinks.

There comes the sound of Chester’s closing his book.

"Are you going to sleep?" Hannah asks, then closes the magazines in her hand and throws them on the pillow, bending over to turn down the bedside reading lamp.

After two "pop" the room falls into darkness, leaving only the rustling of the blankets.

Hannah quickly closes her eyes in satisfaction after getting under the blankets. What she does not notice is that Chester is still leaning on the pillow cushion, looking at her with a downward angle. His plain, cold eyes are filled with doubts.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Perhaps it is because she feels her face burning from being stars at, Hannah suddenly opens her eyes, only to see Chester still sitting so unmoving.

In the darkness, from above comes the ghostly, faint voice of Chester.

"Rainy likes Michael, and the two families are close, so if Michael agrees, this marriage is a sure-fire."

"Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"