“I hope you get better soon,” he said. “And get out of the hospital quickly.”
I bit my lip, and all the emotions I thought I had buried turned into quiet sobs as soon as I tried to speak.
"Lisa, how many times have I told you to just buy food from outside?" He sighed, pulling me into his arms.
"I didn’t marry you to serve me. How can you visit the hospital every day if you don’t take care of yourself?"
"Mom’s still waiting for a grandson," Oliver said, looking at me, his eyes carefully avoiding mine.
"It smells so good. What did our Lisa make for me today?"
"Ward rounds!"
Suddenly, a white figure burst into the room, swiftly placing herself between Oliver and me.
“Sorry, auntie, I’m here for rounds,” the nurse said, her wide eyes betraying a mix of hesitation and innocence.
Oliver, typically gentle, wore a dark expression, his glare fixed on the girl before him.
As I handed him the soup, he shoved me aside. “How could the nurse be so careless? Get out!”