But my husband pretended not to see, and gently comforted the pale-faced Vivian, saying, "I finally found you. The accident is all our fault and has nothing to do with you.
I will help you hire a lawyer. Just focus on recovering.
"Our fault?"
It was clearly Vivian's negligence that caused our daughter to be seriously injured.
In my desperation, I had to send my daughter to another hospital, and my husband never cared about our daughter at all.
The lights in the operating room were always on, and I was the only one outside the door, anxiously pacing. I became even more disappointed in my husband.
I even saw Vivian's post on social media: [Thank you for the chicken soup you made.]
She had a rosy complexion as she leaned on the broad shoulder of the man, with steaming hot chicken soup next to her.
I held my breath. Cameron and I had been married for seven years, and it had always been me who cooked for Cameron. I had never eaten anything he cooked.
He was completely focused on that woman until the evening when our daughter's surgery was completed, and she fell into a coma in the ward, and he arrived late.