The Wife He Forgot to Marry novel Chapter 21

When Winona returned to the hospital room, Helena and Greta were already there. Helena was helping Nikita, combing her hair and gently wiping her face and hands. Eight-year-old Greta, chatting with her grandmother, leaned over her injury and said, “Grandma, let me blow on it for you. It'll make the boo-boo go away.”

Nikita chuckled, amused. “Look at you, all grown up and taking care of your grandma already.”

Greta puffed out her chest confidently. “Grandma, when I grow up and get a job like Mom, I'll earn money and take care of you too.”

Nikita sighed. “Why would you want to be like your mother? The most important thing for a woman is to take care of her family…”

Helena wanted to retort that her mother was old-fashioned, but seeing her sick, she held her tongue.

The weather outside was lovely, so Winona rented a wheelchair to take Nikita out for some sunshine.

Nikita was still rambling. “You know, I asked Helena how things were with Matteo. It’s clear from her stubborn silence that she refuses to be the one to back down and make up. What does she gain from a divorce? Isn't marriage all about give and take?”

Winona wrapped a scarf around Nikita’s neck and couldn't help but defend Helena. “But in this marriage, it's always been Helena giving in to Matteo. Now that he's made an unforgivable mistake, you still want her to keep yielding? Helena is your daughter too. Does it not bother you to see her so unhappy?”

“What woman doesn’t make sacrifices in a marriage? Sometimes you have to compromise for the sake of the family. And after a divorce, who’s going to be there for her? She brought some of this on herself too. Why couldn’t she just have a son?”

Winona's thoughts immediately went to Yulen. In that moment, she understood Helena completely. The excuse of needing a son to justify an affair was truly disgusting.

Nikita then asked her, “By the way, is Yulen busy? I haven't seen him come to visit me these past couple of days.”

Seeing Winona’s hesitation, Nikita grew uneasy. “You two haven't been fighting, have you? Winona, you shouldn't be running to the hospital all the time. I don't need you here constantly. You should be spending more time on Yulen. You have to keep a close eye on your own husband.”

Because her granddaughter had married into a much wealthier family, she was always worried Winona would be looked down upon by her in-laws.

Winona gave a bitter laugh. With Tallulah by his side, why would he ever think of her?

Not wanting to worry Nikita, she reassured her, “It's fine. Yulen’s just been busy lately. He’ll come see you as soon as he has a free moment.”

She planned to tell Nikita about the divorce, but only after Nikita had recovered.

But Nikita still felt a sense of dread. With her daughter’s marriage falling apart, she was now on high alert about her granddaughter’s.

She said to Winona, “Call Yulen. Ask him if he’s busy. If not, can he spare a moment to come see me?”

To ease Nikita's anxiety, Winona had no choice but to take out her phone and call Yulen.

This time, the call connected.

Yulen comforted her, “It's going to be okay. I've flown in a renowned surgeon from abroad to lead the operation. Your brother will be fine. I'll stay at the hospital with you for the next couple of days until his surgery is over.”

Tallulah nodded. The two walked away, their figures slowly disappearing down the hall.

Passing nurses were whispering to each other. “That Mr. Locke is so good to his wife. Her brother gets into an accident, and he not only flies in an expert from overseas but also reserves an entire VIP floor. He's been here since early this morning.”

“You can always tell when a man really loves a woman. He goes all out for the people she cares about too.”

Winona's expression darkened. Even as she told herself to slowly let go of her feelings for him, a sharp, aching pain still twisted in her heart.

*

At the Goddard family villa.

Violet watched her grandson preparing to leave for the capital, her displeasure evident. “I told you to go check on that girl these past few days. Why didn't you?”

Stefan glanced at his watch, his expression unchanged. “Grandma, I'm about to miss my flight. If you need anything, just send me a message. As for Ms. Jowett, I've already made arrangements for her. There's no need to keep disturbing her.”