His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 222

“I know you care about me, but I just don’t trust the nurses. No one could possibly take better care of you than I can!”

Lana’s words warmed Niamh’s heart.

She was mostly recovered now, except for her left leg. After the surgery, she still had to use a wheelchair just to get out of bed.

“I never thought I’d end up like this—a total invalid.”

Catching the hint of despair in Niamh’s voice, Lana jumped in at once. “Oh, come on! It’s not forever. You know what they say—a broken bone takes time to heal. It hasn’t even been that long yet!”

“Yeah, you’re right…”

Lana’s encouragement made Niamh feel a little better.

“I’m telling you, don’t you dare give up hope. Focus on your recovery. Once you’re back on your feet, you can march right down to city hall, finalize that divorce, and go have the time of your life with a couple of young, gorgeous guys. Now that’s living!”

Niamh couldn’t help but laugh at Lana’s bold declaration.

“I want to get better, believe me. How else am I supposed to show up at Luminous Divas Fashion Week if my leg isn’t healed?”

Time was running out, and the thought made Niamh anxious.

But as Lana said, bones needed time to mend. No amount of worrying would speed things up.

Jonathan hadn’t visited her today, but Preston Winslow had.

Niamh was genuinely surprised to see him.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know? I was at the hospital the day of your accident, too! Stayed by your side for three days while you were unconscious, but the hospital only allowed two visitors at a time, so I had to go home at night.”

Preston’s words left Niamh even more stunned.

After she woke up, Lana had filled her in on all kinds of things that happened while she was in a coma—except she’d never once mentioned Preston Winslow.

Niamh instinctively glanced at Lana, who cleared her throat, looking sheepish.

She’d done it on purpose.

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