Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 105

Chapter 105 What Are You Doing This For

The intense reaction caused Eileen to vomit everything she had eaten that night. Her lower abdomen was in even more pain, and she tightly clutched the bedsheet. The needle in the back of her hand was drawing blood, which frightened Mary into quickly calling a nurse. Upon seeing the situation, the nurse had no choice but to administer the IV to Eileen’s other hand.

Anxiously, Mary asked, “Will there be any problems? Look at how much pain she’s in. Isn’t there any other solution?”

The nurse adjusted the flow rate of the IV drip and said helplessly, “Severe reactions during menstruation are something we encounter several times a day in the hospital. We’ve done everything we can, but there’s really no other solution. She can only drink more brown sugar water, or perhaps massaging her lower abdomen might alleviate the symptoms.”

After the nurse left the room, Mary, with a hint of melancholy, suggested, “Should I go buy a bag of brown sugar?”

Eileen wanted to get some water, but Mary quickly handed it over to her. After rinsing her mouth, Eileen weakly collapsed onto the bed. “It’s alright, Mary. You should go next door and rest for a while. Dawn is breaking soon, and you still have work to do. Don’t tire yourself out.”

“How can I sleep when you’re in this state? Let me give you a massage.” Mary reached her hand into the blanket and massaged Eileen’s stomach through the fabric. “Does this feel any better?”

Eileen closed her eyes and nodded slightly. “Yeah, I’m feeling better now.”

“Then you should go to sleep. When you wake up, the pain will be gone.”

“All right.” Soon, Eileen fell asleep.

After all the commotion, it was already five in the morning. The sky was almost bright. Looking at Eileen, who was sound asleep, Mary withdrew her hand and stood up, her fingers numb.

However, as soon as she paused, the woman on the bed winced in pain, furrowing her brows. Mary couldn’t even take a break, not even for a moment. If this continued, her hands would surely give out.

Poor child…

Just then, Mary saw someone appearing at the door. She felt as if she had seen her savior.

The man walked in, carrying a thermos in his hand. It was unclear what was inside it, but he

placed it by the bedside table.

“Mr. Snow… what are you doing here?” Mary looked at him with round, curious eyes.

She thought he wasn’t a good man at first glance. She could see right through his character.

Eric’s sharp gaze fell on the extremely restless figure sleeping on the bed. “What did the doctor say?”

Mary walked over and said softly, “Oh dear, don’t even mention it. Ms. Eileen is really suffering! She passed out from the pain, and the painkillers didn’t help even after she took a few more. Those pills have side effects, but there’s nothing we can do! I just gave her a massage, and she finally managed to fall asleep.”

The man’s gaze grew increasingly somber as he looked up at the nutrient solution hanging on the rack. There were still three bottles left; it would take at least an hour or two to finish administering them.

“You can go rest now. I’ll keep watch.”

Mary was so excited she almost slapped her thigh. “All right then, Mr. Snow. You better watch out. This IV bag is almost empty…”

“I will.”

Mary quickly left, but before she did, she couldn’t help but notice something off about the way the man was looking at Eileen.

Eileen slept until midnight, always half-asleep, half-awake, with intermittent pain. But later, the pain disappeared. She felt as if she was lying on a huge, soft cotton ball, her body warm and cozy. She slept very peacefully until she heard the sound of a phone ringing. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

The call was cut off after just two seconds.

Eileen regained her consciousness, feeling a stirring in her lower abdomen. The pain she had felt before had disappeared. She could smell the disinfectant of the hospital and slowly opened her eyes. When she saw the person sitting beside her and met his eyes, her heart gave a little jolt.

“How do you feel?” The man withdrew his hand from under the blanket, twisting his wrist. The woman was so sensitive, becoming extremely restless the moment he stopped. He had been massaging her all night.

Eileen quickly propped herself up from the bed and moved back a bit. “W-What are you doing here? Where’s Mary?”

He took in every emotion in her eyes-the rejection, the resistance, and the fear.

“Don’t you want to see me?”

Eileen clutched the blanket nervously, not looking at him, and said indifferently, “You don’t need to put on a show. Even if you didn’t come to the hospital, Will wouldn’t blame you. Mary being here is enough.”

Eric didn’t take her words to heart. He stood up, opened the thermos he brought from home, and said, “This is brown sugar water that Sharon prepared for you.”

“I don’t want to drink. You should go back!” Her tone was icy cold.

Eric casually served a cup to Eileen, bringing it to her lips, leaving no room for refusal.

Clang!

The cup fell straight to the floor, rolled around a few times, and ended up off to the side.

Eileen looked at him and snapped, “There’s no one else here. You don’t need to put on an act in front of me.”

Unexpectedly, Eric didn’t get angry. Instead, he took out a Blake handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the drink off his body. “Are you losing your temper?”

I don’t know if it’s because of my period, but seeing him now just makes me angry. Eileen closed her eyes, suppressing her emotions. “What else do you expect from me? Should I smile and act as if nothing has changed even though you’re constantly tormenting me, drugging me, and trying to take my life? Looking at you only makes me feel sick!”

Eric dropped the handkerchief in his hand, leaning slightly forward. His cold, hawk-like eyes met hers at eye level. His voice was low as he said, “You’d better behave while I’m still being patient with you. Whether you like it or not, keep it to yourself.”

He reached out, gently tucking the stray hair behind her ear. “Eileen, after all this time, why haven’t you learned? Children who cry and make a fuss don’t get rewarded. If you behave, maybe I can make your life more comfortable.”

Eileen brushed his hand away. “So, should I kneel and thank you for your mercy? I don’t need that… Eric, it was my mistake to provoke you in the past. Now, I beg you… please stay away from me and stop doing these things.”

Eric saw the cold eyes filled with hatred and felt frustrated. “I’m giving you a chance. Take back what you said.”

Noticing the fleeting flash of murderous intent on his face, Eileen swiftly removed the IV needle from her hand, threw off the covers, and got out of bed.

The man furrowed his brows, firmly grasping her hand. “Where are you going?”

Eileen stood still, her eyelids trembling slightly. “I’m sorry…” Her voice quivered. “I take back what I just said… I shouldn’t have said those things to you… I shouldn’t have made your time coming to see me late at night. It’s all my fault. Are you happy now?”

Eileen shook off his hand and walked to the door.

you waste

“Eric, stop pretending. If you want to be a villain, then be completely cruel to me. Don’t be kind to me and hurt me at the same time! Why are you doing this?”