Untitled Part 19
I yawned.
"I don't want to know anymore."
"The only thing I care about now is when you'll agree to divorce me."
Just as I expected, he chose the same approach again.
He ignored what I said and let the conversation die.
All at once, I couldn't stand being in the same room with him for another second.
I grabbed my pillow and went to the guest room.
By then, I'd already prepared myself for the worst.
If I had to, I would file for divorce myself.
The next day, on the way home, we stopped at a red light.
By chance, I glanced out the window and spotted a woman with a street stall set up on the sidewalk.
I leaned forward.
"Pull over up ahead, please."
I got out in a hurry and turned to Ethan.
"You go on home. I have something to take care of."
The woman running the stall was Ms. Chen, one of the hospital janitors I'd met during my stay not long ago.
I walked over.
"Ms. Chen, why are you selling things out here? Did you quit your job at the hospital?"
She looked far more worn out than she had two months earlier.
"Oh—you're that young woman. The one who miscarried and then had another major hemorrhage afterward?"
I froze.
At some point, Ethan had followed me over. His voice tightened instantly.
"What do you mean, another major hemorrhage?"
Ms. Chen looked at him, then seemed to understand.
"Oh, you're her husband, aren't you?"
She clicked her tongue.
"I'm sorry, but this was incredibly irresponsible of you. How could you leave her in the hospital all by herself?"
The housekeeper had come to see me every day.
But most of the time, she had to stay home and take care of Daisy.
After the DC, I'd assumed it wasn't a big deal anymore.
I hadn't thought to hire another caregiver.
That day, I'd gone downstairs alone for a walk.
Without realizing it, I wandered to a quiet, secluded corner of the hospital grounds and sat on a bench, lost in thought.
It was the coldest day of that week.
My stomach got chilled.
At first it was just a faint ache, enough to pull me back to myself.
I stood and started toward the inpatient building, but after only a few steps, I felt blood flowing again.
The pain got worse.
I hadn't made it far before I was hurting too badly to stand.
I had no choice but to crouch down, clutching my stomach, trying to ease it.
Later, it felt like the pain had numbed into something distant, and my consciousness started slipping.
Just before I blacked out completely, Ms. Chen found me when she came by to take out the trash.
She carried me back to my room.
The doctors examined me again and said I had developed a post-op infection.
I was forced to stay in the hospital for another week.
Ms. Chen sighed and looked at Ethan.
"You have no idea how pale she was. There was blood all over her pants. It scared me half to death."
"I honestly don't even want to think about what might've happened if I'd found her any later. She could've been in real danger."