I didn't have the strength to make a sound, but when he heard the noise from my end, he knew something was wrong with me.
He came as fast as he could and took me to the hospital.
I went through a series of tests. The test results were not what I expected. It was a perforated stomach!
The doctor frowned and asked Ethan why he didn't send me here earlier?
If this situation had been delayed by half an hour, my life would have been in danger!
Ethan was busy paying bills and getting medicine and had no time to deal with the doctor.
Only after he pushed me into the ward did he answer the doctor's question and asked me, "Where's your wife? Where is she when you're so sick? Fortunately, my sleep quality is poor, or the consequences are unimaginable!"
I weakly took out my phone.
I wanted to see if my wife, Megan, had sent me any message.
Unfortunately, no. But there were a few posts she just posted on Ins.
[Today's bars are full of young people. I'm so happy.]
[Women should be nicer to themselves and enjoy themselves when they can!]
There was a picture of a man hugging her.
I was heartbroken.