Chapter 12 In A Rush To Get Divorced
Samuel read Nicolette’s message and frowned.
Then, he texted: I have found you a bone marrow match. All we have to do is wait for the donor to say yes.
Nicolette was surprised and asked: Why didn’t you tell me earlier?
Seeing that, Samuel replied: I wanted to wait for the donor to agree before telling you.
She questioned: Did the donor ask for anything? Does the donor want money or a house and a car?
Samuel answered: It’s complicated. Anyway, you don’t have to worry. I’ll handle it.
Nicolette texted: Okay, Samuel. I trust you.
After seeing that, Samuel wrote: You should get some rest. I’ll head over in the morning.
Nicolette responded: Okay.
With that, Samuel put down his phone and looked at Kathleen’s delicate and pale face coldly.
What am I supposed to do to get her to agree to donate her bone marrow to Nicolette? Is not getting a divorce the only way?
Samuel stared at Kathleen’s face for a while and suddenly realized that he didn’t detest living the rest of his life with her.
However, he liked Nicolette more.
Thus, he didn’t have a choice.
When Kathleen woke up, Samuel had already left.
She walked out of the room.
Seeing that, Maria, the housekeeper, rushed over. “Mrs. Macari, you’re up. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?”
Kathleen nodded in reply.
“Okay. You should go and wash up while I heat up the food,” Maria said thoughtfully.
Kathleen had a weak stomach, so she couldn’t eat anything that was too cold.
Maria knew that better than Samuel.
With that, Kathleen turned around and went to wash up.
After she was done, she sat at the dining table.
Maria had prepared a western-style breakfast.
However, when Kathleen smelled the smell of milk, she felt nauseous.
She hurriedly covered her mouth and ran into the bathroom.
When Maria saw that, she was worried.
“Mrs. Macari, what’s wrong?” Maria asked.
“My stomach is not feeling well. Maria, I don’t like the western-style breakfast. Can you prepare something else for me?” Kathleen said impassively.
In the past, she ate the same type of breakfast every day just to accommodate Samuel.
In fact, she hated it.
Kathleen much preferred warm food.
“Okay.” Maria nodded and said, “I’ll go prepare some pasta for you.”
“All right.” With that, Kathleen quickly rinsed her mouth and walked out of the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Maria swiftly cooked a bowl of pasta for her.
“Mrs. Macari, did you visit the hospital to find out why your stomach was unwell?” Maria asked meaningfully, hinting at something. “You and Mr. Macari are young, so you might not have experience in some areas.”
She was trying to sound subtle.
“Maria, I’m not pregnant. I did visit the doctors, and they told me that it was because my stomach is weak,” Kathleen explained.
After Maria realized that she had misunderstood the situation, she smiled awkwardly and apologized, “Sorry, Mrs. Macari. I saw you feeling nauseous and assumed that it was morning sickness.”
“I know.” Kathleen smiled softly and said, “Maria, don’t tell Samuel. Otherwise, he’ll get worried and force me to get it checked out at the hospital. If that happens, I’ll be forced to eat a whole bunch of medicine again.”
“Okay.” Maria nodded.
“You can get back to work now. I’ll put the plate and cutlery in the sink after I’m done,” Kathleen said.
“Okay.” Maria knew that Kathleen liked to be alone. Thus, she said, “Mrs. Macari, I’ll go do the laundry.”
“Go ahead,” Kathleen replied.
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