Hearing my tearful question, Herschel became even angrier. He pinched my mouth and stuffed shrimp meat into it.
“Sallie, stop being so petty. How can you die from a simple allergy?”
I struggled desperately and choked to tears, but I still accidentally swallowed a few and my throat felt sore and swollen.
In the last moment before I fell into a coma, I saw Liza’s smug smile and Herschel’s slightly indifferent expression.
When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a hospital bed and my stomach had been washed.
Seeing Liza standing in front of me, I looked out the window with a pale face.
“You’ve already won their hearts, is not that enough?” I asked.
“Of course it's not enough!” Liza no longer concealed her true colors and slapped me hard with her answer.
Seeing me turn my head away in sadness, she felt very happy.
“Sallie, do you know how jealous I am of you? I love Herschel as much as you do, so why cannot he see me before? But now it's different, I'm the only one in his heart.
“Oh yeah, do you know why you can't get pregnant?”
I looked at her in disbelief. Wasn't it because I was exhausted?
Liza suddenly laughed out loud, as if she felt sorry for me and looked down at me condescendingly.
“How silly! Of course he did something behind your back. The injections your family doctor gave you every day were not nutritional injections at all, but were to prevent pregnancy! I did not expect you to get pregnant in the end, but so what? Your baby is still dead.”
“No, he won't do that!” I covered my ears and shook my head frantically and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
“Why wouldn't he?” Liza pried my wrists apart with resentment in her tone. “You obviously can't have children, but why is he still unwilling to divorce you and make me his wife? Is it just because of that ridiculous responsibility? Sallie, why don't you just die!
“In that case, don't blame me for coming to get it myself!”
She suddenly screamed and rushed towards the window without hesitation.
Accompanied by the sound of breaking glass, Herschel hurried in and saw Liza lying in a pool of blood, unconscious.
He looked at me sitting on the bed and coughing awkwardly and for the first time his eyes turned red with anxiety.
“Liza came here because she wanted to apologize to you. Why did you hurt her? Is there something you can't explain clearly?
“Sallie, why are you so vicious now!”
After saying that, he picked up Liza and left without looking back.
I looked at my swollen cheeks reflected in the glass and could not help laughing.
I could not stop laughing at my former blind self.
At this moment, there was no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
In just a moment, the ward next door became lively. I heard the family asking Liza about her health and sending the hospital address to the lawyer, asking her to send the divorce agreement.
In the evening, when Herschel came over with a sullen face, I handed him the signed page with an expressionless face as I stated, “I can apologize to Liza, please sign this.”
Herschel was stunned for a moment. We had been together for so many years, but I had never asked him for anything.
Just as he was about to see what this document was, I heard Herschel’s mother's exclamation from outside, “Liza is awake!”
He did not bother to read it anymore, he signed hastily, pulled me up and said coldly, “Now, go and apologize to Liza!”
I did not care about his attitude. I just put the contract away, smiled with relief and followed him to the next room.
As soon as I arrived at Liza's ward, I saw a nurse running out to ask questions, “Who has type B blood? The patient has injured her aorta and needs blood urgently.”
Herschel was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at me. Seeing my pale face, he hesitated for a moment.
But when he thought of Liza, whose life or death was unknown, he said cruelly, “Sallie has it. Please do it, Liza must not get into any trouble!”
Before I even had time to react, he pushed me over to sit down and then someone hurriedly gave me a needle in my wrist.
I was already weak after having my gastric lavage and then someone forcibly drew my blood and my face turned pale instantly.
Seeing this, the nurse could not help but remind him, “Is this person feeling unwell? If we continue to draw her blood, her life may be in danger. Are you sure you want to continue?”
