Without hesitation, I interrupted the doctor. “Just do it. But after this, let me go.”
Looking at my bloodless face, Michael’s eyes flashed with cold fury.
He opened his mouth to scold me, ready to ask if I’d had enough of this childish tantrum, if I was really going to abandon our home over something so trivial—
Then Daniela’s delicate voice rant from the bedroom. “Michael...”
And just like that, he left me behind.
—
Two days later.
I woke up in a hospital room, still weak from the shock.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Michael sitting at the side table, flipping through documents.
Our eyes locked for a long moment.
Expressionless, he picked up a bowl of porridge and moved to feed me.
I shook my head. “I’ll do it myself.”
He said nothing, just watched me quietly as I ate half the bowl.
Then he asked, “Do you feel unwell anywhere?”
I didn’t answer the question and said, “Please give me my phone.”
Perhaps my tone was too distant because he froze for several seconds before calling the housekeeper to bring it over.
As I checked my phone, I noticed numerous missed calls.
“Who’s been calling you?” Michael’s voice cut in suddenly.
He never used to ask questions like this.