His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 227

Peter and Preston Winslow left the hospital room one after another, with Preston practically dragging Lana out behind him.

Now, only Jonathan and Niamh remained.

The room felt much emptier.

“Jonathan, about Lana—she didn’t mean—”

“Let me guess,” Jonathan cut her off. “You and Lana both think I never visited you. That I haven’t paid a cent of your medical bills. Is that it?”

He didn’t bother waiting for her to finish, too eager to get his point across.

Niamh caught the edge in his voice, as if he’d been wrongly accused. Maybe Lana had jumped to conclusions. But Niamh didn’t want to make assumptions of her own. She’d learned the hard way that wishful thinking only led to disappointment.

“I don’t know,” she admitted honestly.

Jonathan gave a short, dry laugh that sounded more like resignation than amusement.

“The doctors say you’re recovering well, except for your leg. There’s no reason for you to stay here any longer, so I’ve arranged for you to transfer.”

Niamh’s eyes widened. “Transfer? To where?”

“A new rehabilitation center just opened.”

“I don’t want to go. I can recover at home,” Niamh protested. It wasn’t that she had anything against rehab clinics—she just couldn’t stand the thought of being sent somewhere Jonathan had chosen for her, without asking.

Jonathan didn’t argue. He’d already spoken to the doctors, who told him that Niamh’s left leg needed professional rehab using proper equipment—she’d recover faster and with less risk of complications. He could have told her all that, but when the words were on his lips, he changed course.

“The sooner you get better, the sooner we can finalize the divorce. And you’ll be ready for Luminous Divas Fashion Week.”

That got Niamh’s attention. Reluctantly, she agreed to the transfer that very day.

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