The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 357

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a ward. The air was heavy with the pungent scent of disinfectant.

I struggled to get up, but my legs felt too weak to support me. My mouth was parched, and I longed for a sip of water, yet I lacked the strength to lift the glass.

I tried to prop myself up with my hands, but my arms gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet room.

Outside, Abigail rushed through the door in alarm and hurried to my side. Her face was pale with panic as she quickly helped me up, her voice trembling.

"Samuel, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" she asked anxiously. "Doctor, nurse, someone, please come quickly!"

I took a deep breath and grabbed her wrist weakly, shaking my head. "No need. I want to go home."

"But your condition…" Abigail hesitated, as if about to protest.

"I know my own body. I just want to go home," I said calmly, cutting her off.

For a moment, unease flickered in Abigail's eyes.

But when she heard me insist on going home, she stopped arguing. After a brief pause, she nodded and swiftly moved to help me leave the hospital.

Back home, Abigail went into the kitchen and prepared a bowl of beef soup for me herself.

The rich aroma of the soup churned my stomach, intensifying the nausea within me. I had no appetite at all. In fact, I felt as though I might vomit.

But Abigail looked at me expectantly and asked, "How does it taste?"

Suppressing the nausea, I managed a nod and replied flatly, "It's good."