Whenever Jennifer attended an event, Gerry would stay by his side, not even looking at me. It was as if they were the inseparable couple and everyone else was an unnecessary third party.
I had always deceived myself into thinking that as soon as the child was born, Gerry might be awakened by fatherly love and come back to me. But even this humble expectation was now killed by him!
When I was in despair, Miss Nancy came to my side with red eyes.
"Madam, I told Mr. Wildblood about your situation and begged him to come back to see you, but he scolded me instead. He said you were just acting a sad drama, trying to force him to bow his head by asking for favors. He hung up the phone without giving me a chance to explain and never answered the next call." Her tone became lower and lower and she even wiped away tears.
"You are still pregnant, how can Mr. Wildblood be so cruel? He was fine a few months ago."
The corners of my mouth curled up sarcastically.
Yes, a few months ago, Gerry, who just knew that I was pregnant, was so happy that he was like a big boy who got a favorite gift. He hugged me and turned around several times, holding my face and kissing me again and again.
I had a picky appetite and I ate less because of discomfort after pregnancy. In order to coax me to eat more, Gerry, who had never touched water since childhood, learned to cook for me. Even if his hands were either cut or burned, he never complained, just hoping that I could eat more.
In order to prepare everything that might be needed during pregnancy and delivery, the degree of attentiveness was so great that even my own mother could not compare to him. Every day after work, he would lie on my belly to listen to the baby's movements and read fairy tales to the baby for prenatal education.
But such a good man, after that "car accident", coldly pushed me away when I cried and wanted to hug him.
"Madam, I don't know you at all, please respect yourself!"
As soon as Jennifer appeared, he rushed up and took her into his arms like a lover. With the cover of amnesia, Gerry no longer needed to care about my feelings. He often got close to Jennifer in front of me and they were so close that they wanted to stick together.
In order to treat Jennifer's leukemia, Gerry repeatedly ordered me to do matching when I was still pregnant, just because we both have panda blood, which was one in a million. He used to feel distressed when he saw my finger skin broken, but now he didn’t frown even when he saw me being drawn to miscarriage.
If Gerry really had amnesia, I could still comfort myself, at least his love for me was not fake. But now, I couldn’t tell whether he really loved me.
Just when I was crying and silent, there was a loud bang from the door being kicked open.
A burst of hurried footsteps came towards the sofa and Miss Nancy said happily, "Mr. Wildblood, you are finally back, Madam..."
Miss Nancy's words were not finished and she was interrupted by a slap.
Gerry slapped me hard in the face, grabbed my collar and glared at me fiercely.
"Damn it, what did you do? Jennifer fainted after using your bone marrow!" he shouted at my face.
His eyes were fierce and he wanted to cut me into pieces.
I was a little confused. It was obviously him who forced me to donate bone marrow and he was the one who found the hospital and the doctor. Now that something happened, how dare he ask me?
"How should I know?" I was about to explain, but was pushed to the ground by Gerry.
"Poisonous woman! You must have not prepared according to the doctor's requirements!"
