Marriage With A Evil Heart

I pushed him away and said with restrained anger, “Are you trying to kill me? Or want to exchange a wife?”

Robert laughed heartily, released his grip, and I walked out. He began taking a shower.

Back on the bed, my thoughts raced as I recalled the content of his phone call. I quickly took out my phone and sent a message to Scarlette, asking her to promptly handle the hospital’s surveillance.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The next morning, when Sherry saw Robert and me going downstairs together, she was astonished, “Rob… Mr. Brown, you… came back last night?”

Robert responded indifferently, “Yes.”

I sensed Sherry’s nervousness and she stammered, “Mrs. Brown, I’ll go get your medicine right away!”

“Stop the medicine for now,” Robert ordered before I could speak.

Sherry stiffened, glancing at me.

I calmly sat at the dining table, feeling pleasantly surprised that I could finally stop taking the medicine. However, I was immediately puzzled – why did Robert suddenly decide to stop my medication?

After breakfast, seizing the opportunity, I brought up the matter of my phone again. Surprisingly, Robert readily agreed and went upstairs to retrieve my phone, handing it to me.

I happily took it, eager to make a call, but he pressed down on my hand. “Just tell them you’ve returned and don’t worry about you.”

I was surprised, genuinely surprised.

“But,” Robert hesitated, looking at me, and I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“If they say they want to come to Newport, delay them for now!”

“Why?” I asked, pretending to be displeased.

“I’m just worried that they seeing you unwell might upset them,” Robert covered all angles, “Tell them you’ve come back to rest for a while and will go back to see them. Don’t let them get too tired; after all, they’re both in their 70s.”

“Okay,” I replied, pouting.

The call went through, and following Robert’s instructions, I spoke with my parents. They were delighted to hear my voice and asked many details about my life abroad. Robert remained by my side, nodding approvingly as I responded according to his suggestions.

The call lasted for a long time, and by the end, my brain felt deprived of oxygen. I didn’t hide this feeling and told Robert, “If we keep talking, I might pass out!”

“Well, go upstairs and rest for a while then,” he said, gently holding my shoulders.

Before I could go upstairs, Sherry hurriedly came downstairs, heading directly to the medicine cabinet.

Robert gave her a stern look and asked coldly, “What’s wrong?”

“That… Charles seems to have a slight fever,” Sherry stammered.

“What?” I immediately stood up, feeling a mix of regret and frustration. Although I regretted my actions, I still questioned Sherry, “How did he get a fever?”

Observing Sherry’s guilty expression, she replied, “Maybe he caught a chill last night. When I checked on him at midnight, he… he kicked off the blanket!”

Hearing Sherry’s explanation, I felt both sad and relieved. It seemed she had no suspicions, completely unaware of what had happened.

Without further inquiry, I went straight upstairs, with Robert closely behind. In the children’s room, I reached out to touch Charles’s forehead, and it was indeed very hot, almost burning.

“Charlie,” I murmured, tears swirling in my eyes. I truly regretted not covering him with a blanket last night; otherwise, he wouldn’t be sick.

Robert comforted me, “Don’t worry, dear. It’s normal for kids to have minor illnesses.”

I saw Sherry also looking worried as she placed the thermometer under Charles’s armpit. When she checked the thermometer, it showed a temperature of 39 degrees.