My already shattered heart finally turned cold. I moved my fingers and replied, [No need for ten. I, your beloved’s wife, agree that you two should be together.]
The next second, the phone rang. Steven’s usually cold voice now carried a sharp edge of anger.
"It’s just a little girl playing a dare and posting on her Instagram. Why would you leave such a shameful comment?"
"She just got admitted to the hospital. You’ll ruin her future. If you want to be mad, post it yourself. Don’t harm others. Ten seconds—delete it, or we’ll divorce."
I hung up and added his name and the intern’s to the list of people assigned to the African branch hospital that the hospital’s management had handed me. Then out on the reason for Major medical malpractice.
Since he wanted to protect her so badly, then let them suffer together. Why was the person who killed my child so happy?
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Ten seconds later, Steven sent me a question mark. When I didn’t respond, he followed up with another message.
"I’ll have the divorce agreement delivered right now. If you insist on making a scene, then we’ll divorce."
I finally replied, "Okay."