Steve ignored me when he saw me exit my room. It seemed that my refusal to move back into the master bedroom hurt his pride and angered him.
But Mom was arriving soon. If Steve acted like this, Mom would feel uncomfortable.
I hesitated before I told him, "My mom will be arriving soon."
Only then did Steve pull his gaze from the magazine.
"So?" he asked.
I gritted my teeth and said, "Please cooperate with me. Don't let her know about what's been going on lately."
"Okay," he replied indifferently.
Although his tone wasn't friendly, his answer still made me feel relieved.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang out from the courtyard.
I began to wheel myself out to meet Mom.
Steve abruptly got up from the couch and walked up behind me. He held the handles of my wheelchair and pushed me outside.
He truly looked like a responsible and patient husband. Unfortunately, it was all for show.
I ignored the disappointment and regret in my heart and plastered a smile on my face.
"Mom, you're here!" I called out sweetly.
Noticing the bandages that were wrapped around my legs, Mom became extremely worried. "Your legs were hurt that badly? Will there be any lasting side-effects?"
Before I could say anything, Steve said, "I hired the best orthopedist to examine Zara's injury. What you're worried about won't happen."
Mom let out a sigh, her gaze filled with relief. "With you around, Steve, both Zara's father and I feel much more at peace."
The longer she looked at Steve, the fonder she was of him.
"Let's talk after we head inside, Helen," said Steve.
Just like that, we entered the villa together.
I realized that Mom's hands were full of paper bags.
"What are these, Mom?" I asked, confused, as I stared at the things she was holding.
Mom smiled and said, "These? They're medicines I picked up from an old apothecary. You and Steve should take them for a while and see how well they work."
Steve and I froze when we heard that.

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