hospital visit for medication, the Yorks had a family doctor, but it was unlikely that this man would allow the family doctor to see him. “There’s no need to see a doctor. I’ll feel better after I eat,” he insisted. Lately, he often only realized he hadn’t eaten when his stomach hurt from hunger. “Hurry up and eat!” Serenity ordered coldly. Once he began eating, she went into the kitchen to turn off the stove; the hot cocoa she had requested was ready.
As she carried the steaming drink from the kitchen, Serenity noticed that Zachary had already finished his meal. “If you have gastric issues, you should eat more slowly. Don’t rush,” she advised. “Once I finish this, I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“Seren, there’s really no need for that,” he replied. Serenity shot him a glare and firmly stated, “I said we’re going, so we’re going!”
Zachary stole a glance at his wife’s expression, realizing he could no longer protest about going to the hospital. “I heard you’ve been working excessively lately,” she remarked.
Zachary responded cautiously, “I’ve always been very busy. I—I’m not intentionally using work to distract myself.” Serenity understood how busy he was. When they first registered their marriage, she often returned home late, only to find he arrived even later. As the head of a large corporation, his days were crammed with back-to-back meetings, where every minute was precious and costly.
Recently, possibly due to their relationship challenges, he seemed to be working harder than usual. She recalled his earlier words about his commitment to earning more money. He had mentioned that if she cooperated and completed the necessary formalities, she could easily become the wealthiest woman in Wiltspoon. Serenity felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
As her anger and resentment faded, she realized that her heart ached even more for him. Serenity glared at him in silence. Zachary felt quite nervous. He clasped his hands together, stealing glances at his beloved wife’s expression. Perhaps due to his heightened anxiety, his stomachache persisted, even after eating, sending waves of discomfort through him. Serenity picked up her phone, retrieved her car keys, and, maintaining her icy demeanor, said, “I’m taking you to the hospital.” “Seren, you still haven’t finished your drink,” he replied. “I’m not the one in pain right now; you are,” Serenity countered, yet she still sipped her hot cocoa.
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