The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 238

A small village in the mountains of Brentwood.

The early morning sun filtered through the branches outside the brick house, its light falling upon the woman on the wooden bed inside.

The woman's brow was furrowed in unease as she mumbled something in a low voice.

Suddenly, she startled awake, blurting out, "Mr. Sanger!"

The door was pushed open, and someone walked in from outside. Seeing the woman awake, their face lit up with joy. "Dear, you're awake!"

The woman heard the voice and came to her senses. She looked at the middle-aged woman walking briskly toward her, instantly on guard.

Her voice was hoarse. "Who are you?"

"You don't remember?" The middle-aged woman paused, taken aback.

The woman's lips were pressed into a thin line, her brows tightly knitted. She only felt a fierce throbbing in her temples. She tried to recall what happened, but her mind was filled with fragmented, blurry images flashing by at high speed.

A moment later, she looked up at the middle-aged woman in a daze and shook her head slightly.

Seeing this, the woman said quickly, "It's alright. I'll go get Dr. Evans to come take a look at you. Don't you worry, dear. Just lie down and rest for a bit."

With that, she turned and walked out.

The woman sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the middle-aged woman's departing back for a long time before raising a hand to her forehead.

For some reason, she felt like she had forgotten something very important.

"Mr. Sanger..."

She whispered the name, suddenly recalling the name she had cried out upon waking. At once, some of the images in her mind began to clear.

For instance, she was in an elevator, suddenly throwing herself into someone's arms, hugging him, and holding back tears as she told him to be safe.

And another instance, she was in the cold night, aimlessly searching for something on a hillside, falling and getting back up countless times, her eyes red as she endlessly repeated, "I'm sorry..."

As she spoke, a look of pity crossed Maria's face. "I just thought, I couldn't leave you there to die, so I brought you back and asked Dr. Evans, our village doctor, to take a look at you."

"...Thank you," the woman said, her voice hoarse, her lashes trembling slightly.

Maria waved her hand. "No, no, it was nothing. Just the decent thing to do."

Dr. Evans gave a few more instructions and then left.

Maria saw him out and returned a moment later with a bowl of mushroom soup in her hands.

"You must be hungry. I just made some soup. Have some to get something in your stomach. Dr. Evans said you need to eat light for now," Maria said with a smile as she placed a small table by the bed and set the hot soup on it.

The woman stared at the soup distractedly. Her mind was filled with images of herself wandering in the cold, dark wind. A dense pain pricked at her heart, making it hard to breathe.

The middle-aged woman didn't notice her emotional state. She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed softly. "Dear, it's a good thing you woke up. You were unconscious for a whole month. I didn't know what I was going to do. I was thinking if you didn't wake up soon, I'd have to take you to a hospital. I was so afraid you'd end up like that young man."

The woman's hand, holding the spoon, froze. "What young man?"