Chapter 26
“You… you really mean that?” Sophia was stunned, clearly not expecting Abigail to be so indifferent, even after she’d laid everything out.
Abigail sneered, shaking her head. “Samuel, stop pretending. I’ll never forget what you did to me back then. I’m not divorcing you, and you can forget about lying to get my sympathy. For the rest of your life, you’ll be nothing more than my slave.”
With that, she flung her arm dismissively and stormed out of the hospital room without looking back.
Sophia quietly picked up the therinos and walked over to me.
She opened the small tray on my bed, but the contents inside the thermos had all mixed after
her fall.
“Sorry, Samuel. I’ll go buy you a new meal,” Sophia said, embarrassed, as she moved to close the container and stood up.
But I gently grabbed her arm and shook my head, smiling. “It’s fine. It all ends up mixed in the stomach anyway. Besides, your cooking is so good, I can hardly stand the taste of takeout anymore.”
Sophia’s cheeks turned pink, and she decided to stay.
She poured me a cup of hot water and placed it on the table.
Glancing toward the door, she sighed. “Abigail wasn’t like this a few years ago. Now, she feels like a stranger. I don’t even recognize her anymore. And Samuel, with how sick you are… how can she say those things to you?”
Sophia’s nose tingled as her eyes grew misty, her voice catching with emotion.
She was right. I was very sick.
My body was thin, my cheeks hollow, and my eyes sunken. I looked like someone who could pass out at any moment and never wake up again.
But Abigail… Even after seeing how weak I was with her own eyes, she still didn’t believe me. She thought I was lying to manipulate her.
I didn’t respond. I just looked down, letting out a quiet, bitter laugh.
Sophia’s cooking was excellent, and somehow, even when I could barely stomach anything, I could still manage to eat what she prepared.
After finishing the meal, I felt like taking a short walk to get some fresh air.
But the moment Sophia and I stepped out of the room, a passing nurse scolded me.
“Mr. Gebb, don’t you realize the condition you’re in? Dr. Blucas specifically told us to make sure you’re resting and not wandering around. Why don’t you listen?”
“I just wanted to get soine fresh air…”
I gave a sheepish smile, trying to explain, but the nurse ignored me, turning her stern gaze to
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Sophia instead. “Are you the patient’s family member? You know his condition, don’t you?
And yet you’re letting him mess around? Both of you, back to the room, or I’ll have to report this to Dr. Blucas!!”
At that, I quickly raised my hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’m going back. There’s no need to call him!”
If George found out, he’d definitely lecture me to no end.
I didn’t need my ears blistered with another one of his long–winded speeches.
Back in the room, Sophia seemed a bit embarrassed by the scolding.
She looked at me with a comforting smile and said, “Samuel, just focus on getting better here at the hospital. I’m sure you’ll pull through.”
After Sophia left, the room started to feel more stifling by the minute.
I could barely breathe, trapped in that small space.
Staring at the window, I made up my mind. I climbed out, hailed a cab, and headed straight for the cemetery.
