Surprised Wife With Twins novel Chapter 1120

Chapter 1120 It's Not Your Fault

After Claire left the ward. Rowan heard his phone ringing.
He checked the caller ID and continued entering the patient's information. Soon, a medical bill with a QR code was printed.
It was for Claire to check into the hospital.
Rowan picked up his phone and swiped to answer, "Hello."
"Rowan, why are you still out?" Daphne asked gently, "Didn't you say you wouldn't work overtime tonight?"
"A patient came before I left." Rowan tore off part of the medical bill for the profile. "Anything else?"
Daphne didn't mention cooking for him but asked, "When will you probably knock off?"
"Not sure yet."
Daphne thought for a moment. "OK. I see." She ended the call.
In the villa, Daphne put the dishes into lunchboxes after putting her phone away. Without being angry, she smiled as if she was happy to do such a thing.
She prepared dinner and would personally deliver the dishes to him, wondering if Rowan would be moved.
If the patient's problem was severe, she would also help him.
Daphne quickly put the lunchboxes into a bag, cleaned the kitchen, and drove towards the hospital.
The hospital.
The ward was only big enough for a bed. Next to the window was a couch. It was a suite with a restroom and a kitchen, like an apartment.
"Dr. Watson, the ward design is quite patient-friendly." After removing her shoes, Claire leaned against the bedhead, watching Rowan apply the medicine to her knee.
"Thank you. I'm glad you like it." Rowan accidentally found a hole in her sock, which exposed her big toe.
He was slightly taken aback, looking up at her. The next second, he was attracted by her eyes full of smartness.
Claire pressed her lips together, a smile touching her eyes.
Rowan said, "This medicine words will. I've sprayed it to your injury tonight. Tomorrow I'll do it again. Let's see if you'll recover tomorrow afternoon. If you get better, you can check out then. If not, you have to stay another night."
"All right."
Claire pulled out her phone and called Mya. "Hello, Mya. I can't go home tonight. Something happened. I'm afraid I cannot stay with you tonight."
"What happened, Claire?" Mya was worried. "Where are you?"
"I'm with my friend now." Claire didn't want to worry her and answered, "I'll probably go back to your house tomorrow afternoon."
"No problem, Claire. It's good you are with your friend." Mya told her, "My mom has come over. She'll stay at my house. In fact, I'm OK with being alone."
After exchanging a few words, they ended the conversation.
Claire found the hole in her sock after putting down the phone. She widened her eyes in embarrassment.
Subconsciously, she pulled her leg back into the quilt.
Rowan lifted the quilt and tucked her in. "You should cut your nails often. Or it'll break your socks."
Claire was amazed by his straightforwardness, looking embarrassed, unable to retort.
"Anything else?" Rowan asked seriously while holding the medicine bottle.
"When... When will you go home?"
Rowan could tell she was at a loss from her tone, thinking it must be the first time she had checked into a hospital.
"Where are your family?" he asked. "Why don't you call your parents? Ask them to watch you."
His questions upset Claire, although he didn't mean it.
A trace of sorrow flashed through her eyes. "I don't have parents. They passed away in a car accident when I was little."
Rowan stared at her. "Sorry."
"It's not your fault." Claire looked up, her eyes glittering. "Can you lend me your laptop, please? I haven't published my novel chapters today."
Rowan didn't answer her immediately as his laptop was critical to him.
There was too much important data.
In a short moment of silence, Claire also realized it. She said apologetically, "Please forget about it. That's too much. It'll be fine if I stop updating it for just one day. Thank you all the same, Dr. Watson."