Seeing Alison’s pale complexion, Blake panicked and quickly scooped her into his arms, carrying her into the master bedroom.
Noisy sounds echoed from outside.
It seemed like a crowd had arrived; judging by the commotion, they must have practically moved the whole hospital over.
Meanwhile, because of the severe burns on the backs of my hands, I developed a high fever and drifted in and out of consciousness.
I thought back to the early days of our marriage when Blake had cared for me so tenderly that even a scraped heel would make him fuss for days.
But after I accidentally fell down the stairs and lost our first child, everything changed.
The women around him rotated one after another; he spent less and less time at home and the way he looked at me grew colder by the day.
All of a sudden, I opened my eyes wide.
At some point, Blake had stormed into the room, crouching low beside my bed.
His deep-set eyes now simmered with fury.
"You really can’t stand Alison, can you? You tampered with her food?"
"I told you, you owe her a child. I’ll compensate you later; what more do you want?"
"Delilah, you weren’t like this before. You’ve changed into someone I don't even recognize!"