From Wife to Aunt: His Worst Nightmare novel Chapter 50

Steve paused at my words. Instead of replying to my question, he said, "I had Maria make you some nourishing soup. She'll bring it soon. When you get home, you can eat whatever you want."

He meant I didn't have to eat vegetarian meals like him anymore.

But I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It took me nearly dying to get the kind of treatment Isabel and Dorothy enjoyed so easily.

Just then, Isabel walked in.

When she saw that I was awake, a flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes.

Then, she brightened and said, "Ms. Yaxley, you're awake! That's such a relief. If anything happened to you, I'd never be at ease."

Steve immediately asked, "How's Dorothy?"

Isabel said, "Thanks to Ms. Yaxley, she's much better than yesterday. But…"

"Spit it out." Steve frowned. He never had much patience when it came to Dorothy.

Isabel feigned a look of distress. "The doctor said the blood bank ran out of supplies yesterday after what they used for Dorothy. She'll need transfusions for a few more days, but Ms. Yaxley seems…"

She glanced at me, then at Steve. The meaning was clear.

Steve looked at me too.

I turned my face away. I couldn't bear to look at him anymore.

Steve didn't immediately order me to keep donating blood. Instead, he stood up and said, "I'll talk to the doctor to see if there's a better option."

"I'll stay and take care of Ms. Yaxley," Isabel said gently. "She's in this state because of the blood donation to Dorothy. It's only right that I look after her."

"Alright. I'll be back soon," Steve agreed quickly.

He didn't even bother to consider whether she truly cared for me, given my relationship with Isabel.

All his attention was on Dorothy, so he left Isabel with me and walked out.

As Steve's footsteps faded, I heard the door lock click shut.

Isabel's move was obvious. She wanted to talk to me behind closed doors.

Calmly, I reached under my pillow for my phone, but for some reason, it wasn't there.

But I always kept it under my pillow.

Just then, Isabel pulled my phone out of her bag and said, "Looking for this, Ms. Yaxley? Sorry, Steve said to keep your phone for now, so you can't call that annoying friend of yours."

She was a far cry from the gentle woman she had pretended to be in front of Steve.

Now, Isabel was smiling smugly as she waved my phone in front of me like a trophy.

I sneered inside. Steve really was always one step ahead. Compared to him, I was still too inexperienced.

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