Drowning Him In Regret novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Work Injury

When I opened my eyes, I was back in the hospital again.

I did have a knack for ending up at the hospital.

As the doctor looked at me, there was a hint of weariness in his gaze, “Ada, you’re something else. I’ve never seen a patient as disobedient as you.”

I struggled to sit up and explained, “Doctor, listen to me. I really didn’t do anything crazy this time. I just fainted suddenly.”

“You work so hard every day and don’t take your medicine properly. Of course, you would faint. You fainted today because of an emergency. You know what? If you can’t handle it, don’t go to work… Forget it, just be more careful,”

The doctor didn’t finish his sentence, knowing full well that I was broke and couldn’t afford to be out of work.

I nodded firmly. Now that I had a salary, survival wouldn’t be an issue.

He glanced at my medical record and reminded me softly, “You need a shot soon. It’s expensive and requires an appointment in advance. Can you afford it?”

“Yeah, I can make an appointment early. Do I need to pay upfront?” I looked at the doctor with hope, thinking about how much money this project might bring in.

The doctor sighed in relief when he heard me and told me there was no deposit needed; he would schedule it for me. But he was still worried since my chemo would start next week.

“Your situation isn’t optimistic. A third recurrence isn’t impossible. Stay positive. I suggest starting chemo early and keeping up with your nutrition; you’re skinny,” he suggested.

As I gazed at my hands, resembling bird claws, a twinge of distress crept into my heart. I was indeed thin but couldn’t eat much because my appetite was poor.

But thinking about the effects of chemo on my body, I gritted my teeth and decided to buy some supplements.

It vaguely came to me that someone Jude a few boxes of supplements. Since his were mine, I planned to start taking them too.

The doctor gave me some final instructions before leaving.

Before he left, he turned back to me, “Is there anything else you need help with?”

I mumbled, “Doctor, please don’t tell my family about this.”

I didn’t have any family left except for my husband; right now, I didn’t want him to know He might accuse me of colluding with the doctor, so it was probably better to let him think I was being overly sensitive,

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Chapter 19 Work jury

The doctor nodded helplessly before leaving the ward.

Soon, Raymond sent a message saying he had to go to the construction site and had to leave me at the hospital.

That was enough for me; after all, he covered part of the medication costs already.

By the time my only relative–my husband Jude–arrived at the hospital after receiving news from Raymond, I had already finished getting my shot.

Vivian linked her arm with his as they walked in together like a cute couple visiting a patient.

Seeing that I was basically fine and munching on an apple, she seemed a bit miffed.” Ada, we checked the surveillance. Those people were still several feet away from you, so why did you faint?

“Are you trying to scam money or something?”

I took a bite of the apple and mumbled vaguely, “Smart ass. The CEO’s wife faking a faint to scam money? That’d definitely go viral. Shouldn’t you be calling the PR department right now?”

“You!” Vivian wanted to step forward but held back because Jude was there, so she just put on an innocent act. “Jude, look at her! She keeps coming to the hospital for no reason. She is just trying to get your attention.”

I thought Jude would definitely side with her, but he stayed silent for a long time, staring at me. After what felt like two whole minutes, he finally said, “What’s going on? Are you really sick?”

“Yeah, really.” I looked at him expressionlessly, but inside, I was a bit nervous.

His quick arrival this time sparked a tiny bit of hope in me.

I was telling the truth, but it was obvious he didn’t believe me.

Vivian quickly chimed in, “I asked the doctors, and they all said you’re fine. Maybe it’s just heatstroke.

“Last time you even pretended to throw up in the office. Colleagues all saw that you didn’t throw up anything. You’re always acting.”

The subtext was that I was doing all this on purpose to get Jude’s attention.

I shrugged it off and looked at Jude. “Whether I’m acting or not, I did faint and ended up in the hospital, and it was during work hours.”

I noticed Jude’s eyelid twitching as he looked at me with a serious gaze. “What do you

mean?”

“I mean, it counts as a work–related injury. Remember to reimburse me. It was Mr. Dunce who paid for my hospital bills,” I explained patiently.

I hated owing favors, but I didn’t wanna spend my own money either. If it was work-