Chapter 6
Josiah’s biased and indifferent attitude just infuriated me.
Seeing that I didn’t respond, the nurse became disinterested and left, setting down the breakfast.
Turned off the phone and had dinner by myself.
Josiah hurriedly returned to the hospital.
Without saying a word to me, he started doing chores in the ward for me.
It was like there was a silent understanding
He didn’t speak, and I didn’t ask.
50
a week passed.
I was able to get out of bed and walk after the stitches were removed
The doctor said there was nothing serious and I could go home to rest.
Josiah snapped a black card on the spot.
I had to continue staying in the hospital.
I couldn’t help it anymore and started arguing with him
“I was going to be discharged, what’s wrong with you?”
“There could be someone to take care of you in the hospital, I have to go to work when you go back, I’m worried.”
His serious and stubbom appearance made me feel as if I had gone back to six years ago.
But between us, we can no longer go back.
“Josiah, I just had an abortion, why are you taking it so seriously?”
As soon as the words fell, his face was full of injuries.
I don’t understand
“Hazel, that was our child, how could you be so casual about it?”
“You impulsively made an appointment for surgery without telling me, and I don’t blame you. I lmnow it was my fault in the first place, but now the misunderstandings are slowly bring resolved. We can also reconcile and go back to how we were. Can’t you give me a chance?”
I lifted up my hospital gown, revealing my abdomen covered in lines and my swollen legs.
“What, you don’t find it disgusting anymore?”
“Josiah, I was no longer the same Hazel as before, and you were not the same person as you used to be either.”
“It was over between us a long time ago.”
I stubbornly discharged myself from the hospital
He got a
angry and started a cold war with me.
After dropping me off at home, he went straight to the office to work
1 also enjoyed the leisure time and took the opportunity to pack my luggage for going abroad.
At night, he sorted out all the gifts he had given ine over the past six years.
Surprisingly, it was so pitiful that
that not even a cardboard box was filled,
I took it downstairs and threw it into the trash can without hesitation.
He drove back home.
After entering the door, I washed my hands and went straight t
to the
eldtchen.
Two hours later, looking at the table full of food, I realized that he had cooked for me.
I remembered that I had been busy in the kitchen for six years, but I had never tasted his cooking
