Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Getting Professor Gass to agree was never going to be easy.

“Alright. I understand,” Gray said.

“I’m hanging up.”

Stella ended the call.

She had assumed the child’s illness was just another ploy Summer was using to hold on to Evan.

Turns out the baby really was sick.

At dinner, the kitchen followed Evan’s instructions and prepared something light for Stella.

They also made a bowl of bird’s nest porridge.

Marianne brought it up.

After Inkwood House burned down, Evan had transferred Marianne to Mount Lara.

Stella took a spoonful of the porridge and asked casually, “Where is he?”

For once, he was not here bothering her.

At the mention of Evan, Marianne froze for a second before answering, “Mr. Wright isn’t feeling well.”

Stella raised a brow.

“Dr. Shaw came.”

Dr. Shaw was the Wright family doctor.

But given Evan’s health, it was almost laughable to think he needed a doctor. Ever since she had known him, she had never once seen him get sick.

“What happened?” Stella asked before she could stop herself.

At her question, Marianne’s expression stiffened. She looked at Stella like she wanted to say something but was hesitating.

Stella lifted a brow. “What?”

“I don’t know what happened exactly,” Marianne said. “But after Mr. Wright came downstairs from your room, he started vomiting.”

“By the time Dr. Shaw got here, he’d already been put on an IV.”

Stella: “…”

After leaving her room, he started throwing up?

And now he was on an IV?

Evan on an IV really was a rare sight.

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But why was he vomiting?

Then Stella remembered the bowl of soup in her room, the one she refused to touch and he drank himself.

Could it have been because of that soup?

Yesterday, one bowl of soup had landed her in the hospital.

And today, that same kind of soup had put him on an IV.

So what was it?

Was he really that bad at taking care of someone?

Or had the Wright family reached the point where they hated her enough to poison her outright?

Stella glanced at the rice pudding in front of her and set down her spoon.

“Who made the dessert this afternoon?”

“The new nutritionist, Mrs. Reynolds.”

“And tonight’s food?”

“She made that too.”

Stella: “.”

Her again.

That made Stella think of the nutritionists Evan brought to Inkwood House yesterday, only to find out they had really come from the old matriarch at the nursing home.

She dropped the spoon back into the bowl.

“He hasn’t eaten yet, has he?”

Marianne shook her head. “No, Mr. Wright hasn’t eaten.”

Stella fell silent for a beat.

Good.

She threw on a robe, got to her feet, and picked up the bowl of rice pudding.

Marianne blinked in surprise. “Ma’am, what are you…?”

Stella smiled faintly. “My husband hasn’t eaten yet. What kind of wife would eat first?”

There was even a trace of a smile in her eyes.

But whatever that expression was, gentle was not it.

And it had nothing to do with care.

Before Marianne could react, Stella walked out carrying the rice pudding.

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