Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 221

Winters in the north always seemed to be cold and long.

In the days following her miscarriage, Emma had been lying in her small hospital bed. She didn’t want to do anything, couldn’t muster the energy for anything. She just stared out the window at the gray, overcast sky and the withered leaves clinging precariously to bare branches.

Kelly came in with the lunch she had just prepared. “Ms. Hayes, it’s time for lunch.”

Thinking about the doctor she had just seen before entering the room, Kelly found it a bit strange. The day Emma went into surgery, Kelly had been waiting outside the whole time, so she happened to witness the two men fighting.

That night, it was the “ex-husband” Ms. Hayes had mentioned who stood outside the hospital room. This afternoon, it was the doctor with the bruised left cheek and injured forehead standing there.

“So strange…”

Kelly muttered to herself as she took the chicken soup and porridge out of the thermal container.

“What is it, Kelly?”

Hearing Kelly’s mumbling, the woman who had been staring out the window turned her head.

Kelly shook her head. She had been about to say something, but seeing Emma’s poor state, she decided to keep it to herself. “It’s nothing. I was just saying how strange this chicken soup is. The chicken I bought was so fat, but the broth isn’t greasy at all. It’s just weird…”

Emma managed a small smile and pushed herself up. “That’s fine. I don’t like things that are too greasy anyway. It makes me feel sick.”

Taking the porcelain bowl from Kelly, Emma gently scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and slowly brought it to her lips.

The chicken broth was rich and fragrant, with only a thin layer of yellow fat floating on top. It wasn't greasy, and the seasoning was just right. One taste was enough to know it had been simmering for a long time.

“This is delicious. It’s a lot like my mom’s.”

A week flew by. Feeling that her body had mostly recovered, Emma woke up early on Tuesday morning, changed into a clean set of clothes, and prepared to go out.

“You’re up so early. Where are you going, Ms. Hayes?”

Kelly, who was also staying in the hospital room, was woken by Emma’s movements. She was surprised to see Emma looking like she was about to leave the hospital.

“It’s nothing. You can take the morning off, Kelly. I have to run an errand, but I’ll be back this afternoon.”

With that, Emma gave a small wave and quickly left the room.

Emma was her employer, after all. If she said she had something to attend to, Kelly didn’t dare ask any more questions, no matter how curious she was.

Not long after Emma left, Kelly got up too. Her internal clock was set, and she never liked to sleep in. As she was tidying up, she turned and once again saw the doctor she had seen at the door before.