He was about to say something more, but a sudden ringing interrupted him.
"The installers are here, right?
"You can't handle it alone, don't push yourself.
"These guys are slippery; wait for me, I'll be right there."
Arthur hung up the phone and rushed out without looking back. "I need to go to Aria's place; the furniture delivery guys are there. She can't handle it alone."
"It's okay, go ahead, don't keep them waiting."
I realized that when I decided to let go, I could be understanding, too.
My voice was drowned out by the sound of his footsteps down the stairs.
To save time, he didn't even wait for the elevator.
It was ironic. As an interior designer, Arthur never once visited the site. I was left to handle the renovation of our own home all by myself.
When I asked him for a design plan, he glanced at it briefly and said I could handle everything.
So, there I was, managing the entire renovation by myself, dealing with those crafty foremen, trying to prevent them from cutting corners.
By the time the renovation was finished, I fell seriously ill.
I visibly became more haggard, but Arthur didn't even notice.