Liam walked in with a gloomy expression. He glanced at my pale face and the IV drip on the back of my hand, his brows furrowed, his tone revealing undisguised annoyance and impatience: "Clara, how long are you going to keep this up? You think I'd believe such a clumsy trick as faking illness and fainting? I've said it before, as long as you listen to me, you'll still be Mrs. Foster. What are you arguing about with a secretary?"
His gaze was still filled with disgust and coldness as he looked at me, seemingly completely unaware that Vanessa had made me sign the divorce papers and the organ donation agreement.
It seems Vanessa is keeping it from him.
Looking at him, I suddenly felt incredibly ironic.
This man, my husband in name only, the one I've loved for seven years, now appears to me like a clueless, self-righteous clown.
I've wanted to divorce him for a long time. That divorce agreement, in which I would leave with nothing, was, for me, a relief.
What I care about is that organ donation agreement that wanted to kill me!
"I'm not making a scene." I lowered my eyelashes, concealing all the emotions in my eyes, my voice weak but calm, "I'm just... too tired."
My submissiveness and weakness seemed to please him, or rather, made him feel that I was still under his control.
He snorted coldly, "Since you're not dead, hurry up and get well. Vanessa needs someone to take care of her during her pregnancy, so don't even think about slacking off. As for your sister and that dog..."
He paused, his tone carrying a condescending warning: "I can allow them to stay in the hospital temporarily. But Clara, you'd better remember, don't test my patience again."
After he finished speaking, as if he felt it was dirty to stay even a second longer, he turned around and left the ward.
...
Not long after, Liam brought a bowl of porridge into the ward and pretended to feed me: "Are you hungry? Have some porridge."
I frowned, my voice still a little hoarse: "I can do it myself."
I took the bowl of porridge and took a sip. The porridge was cold, and it contained lotus seeds—I'm allergic to lotus seeds; ever since I was a child, eating lotus seeds has made my whole body itchy.
Liam knew perfectly well that this was the case, but he still brought me this bowl of porridge.
I suddenly remembered that when I used to make porridge for Liam, I would always remember that he didn't like scallions, so I would warm the porridge until it was no longer too hot to eat before serving it to him.
He never cared about my preferences.
Seeing that I was quiet, Liam suddenly asked, "Is anything bothering you?"
I looked up and replied, seemingly out of the blue, "Could you please give me my phone?"
Perhaps my tone was too distant, because Liam paused for a moment before taking out his phone and handing it to me.
There were over a dozen missed calls on the screen, all from Gregory. Liam saw them and frowned: "Who called?"
He never asked me these things before; he didn't even know my phone password.
A hint of annoyance flashed across my eyes, and I said indifferently, "You don't know him."
Liam's face darkened. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, leaned down to look at me, and said in a threatening tone, "Clara, how long are you going to keep throwing your tantrums? You think you can take advantage of me?"
In the past, when Liam was angry, I would apologize immediately and try my best to make him happy.
But now, I simply pointed to his vibrating phone in his pocket and said expressionlessly, "Vanessa is looking for you."
Liam's expression softened instantly. He took out his phone, glanced at the screen, immediately stood up, avoided me, and quickly walked into the hallway to answer the call.
He spoke very softly, and I could vaguely hear things like "Vanessa, don't worry" and "I'll be right back."
My phone rang as soon as the man left.
It was Gregory calling.
I answered the phone, and before I could even speak, Gregory's anxious voice came through: "Clara, what's wrong? Didn't you say you were leaving yesterday? Why didn't you contact me? Are you having second thoughts?"
"I have no regrets, it's just that something unexpected happened..." My voice choked up a little.
"An accident? What happened to you? Are you injured?" Gregory's voice became more urgent. "No, I have to go back to the country myself..."
"Don't come back." I interrupted him, lowering my eyes and pursing my lips. "Give me a few more days, and I will definitely leave here and come find you."
"Who are you going to find? You want to leave me? Who gave you permission to leave me?" Liam overheard the last sentence when he returned to the ward.
