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Chapter 35
While Cordelia and I were having the time of our lives, I received a call. It was from the hospital.
“Hello, is this Ms. Quill? Your husband, Mr. Sawyer, is currently undergoing emergency treatment at our hospital for a stomach bleed,” said the nurse. “Please come as soon as you can.”
I raised my eyebrows. A stomach bleed? I might’ve considered going if he were dying—after all, I would inherit everything if he died, so the least I could do was show up to collect his body.
Leaning back leisurely against the couch, I opened my mouth and let one of the strippers feed me a grape. “Sorry, I’m too busy to leave right now. Besides, I’m not a doctor. What’s the point of me being there? I won’t bother.”
With that, I hung up before the nurse on the other end could say anything.
Cordelia withdrew her hand from the stripper she was feeling up. “Who’s in the hospital?”
“Irvin.”
Cordelia was momentarily stunned, but then she gave me a thumbs–up. She now completely believed that I’d truly lost my memories of Irvin.
Smiling, I took another grape offered by the stripper. When the juice squirted out, he quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe it away, tending to me with meticulous care.
All I had to do was spend a little money to get such good service.
What about Irvin? I had given him everything I had, and in return, he had abandoned me time and time again while I was on the brink of death and treated me to years of belittlement and cold indifference.
I must have been out of my mind to have stayed with him for so long!
Meanwhile, at the hospital, the nurse put down the receiver and kept her head low, not daring to look up and meet Irvin’s dark expression. She wanted nothing more than to escape his dangerous and oppressive presence.
So, pushing down her fear, she said, “Your… your wife said she’s busy. She won’t be coming over.”
Irvin’s face grew even darker. He had heard it all.
Earlier, he had told the nurse to put the call on loudspeaker, so he had heard exactly what I had
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said over the phone.
He’d also heard the background music and the clinking of glasses.
Clearly, I wasn’t busy with work.
It didn’t even matter if I was actually busy, anyway. In the past, no matter how occupied I was, I would drop everything and rush to his side as soon as I heard that he wasn’t feeling well, even if it was just a little discomfort.
Most of the time, he didn’t even need to say anything. All it took was a quick text, and I would rush to his side.
But now, I wouldn’t even come even though he was suffering from a stomach bleed.
“I’m not a doctor. What’s the point of me being there?”
He’d said this very same phrase to me many times before, and this time, I let him have a taste of his own medicine. Only now did he realize how hurtful that sounded.
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