Chapter 1819


    Before hitting the hay, Rose checked a few emails on her phone and made a call to check in with


    herpany’s project manager. Then, she opened her messaging app, tapped on the caregiver’s


    profile, and typed out a quick message.


    –[Please take extra care of the patient tonight, and if someone offers to help, don’t hesitate to


    ept]


    –[Certainly, ma’am. You have nothing to worry about]


    Rose managed a half–hearted smile before powering down her phone and cing it on the


    nightstand


    “Time for bed, little one,” she whispered with a sigh, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she lovingly


    caressed her slightly swollen belly, seemingly untroubled by the day’s events c2


    With the lights off and only a dim nightlight glowing, she snuggled under the covers. Her eyes were


    wide open in the darkness, gazing at the ceiling, lost in thought After a few minutes, her eyelids


    finally closed, and she turned on her side, drifting into sleep.


    Meanwhile, Morrison had been anxiously waiting for Rose’s return for two hours. Two hours was


    enough time for a leisurely soak in the tub and a hearty meal at a buffet. Even on foot, she should


    have been back by now


    His face grew increasingly grim as he sat up in his hospital bed and dialed Rose’s number, only to


    be greeted by the sterile voice of the voicemail service. His expression darkened even further.


    The hospital room’s atmosphere plummeted into a frosty abyss, and the caregiver, huddled in a


    corner, couldn’t help but shrink further into


    herself


    Undeterred, Morrison kept calling, each unanswered attempt followed by another every ten minutes,


    lasting well into the night.


    The air in the room grew icier by the minute.


    Several times Morrison contemted hurling his phone against the wall but restrained himself. How


    would he reach Rose without his phone?


    The caregiver mustered the courage to offer him a ss of water, “Sir, getting upset isn’t good for


    your health. It’s gettingte. Perhaps you should try to rest.”


    She had no idea who he was repeatedly calling or what was going on. All she could do was offer


    blindfort. But Morrison seemed not to hear her, instead sending a text to Rose.


    When it remained unread, he tried WhatsApp and even the old–school App they used in college–all


    to no avail


    The night wore on, and by the early hours, the caregiver was genuinely concerned. She wasn’t


    bothered about her own sleep, but she had promised to care for the patient, and hisck of rest


    could reflect poorly on her if his family were to find out.


    The caregiver hesitated for what seemed like an eternity before finally approaching Morrison with a


    gentle reminder, “Sir, it’s veryte. You really


    should get some rest.”


    Morrisons steely gaze met hers as he set down his phone, asking in a chilly tone. “Did she say


    anything to you before she left?”


    The caregiver trembled under his gaze, “No… No, sir. She didn’t say anything to me before she


    left.”


    His voice grew colder. “She said nothing, and yet you’re still here?”


    After a brief pause, the caregiver realized he had been trying to reach his wife all along “Didn’t Mrs.


    Witt tell you? She sent me a message around


    8 pm, asking me to take good care of you tonight.”


    Morrison’s frown deepened ‘She sent you a message at 8 pm?”


    The caregiver nodded hesitantly. “Yes, that’s right”


    So, did that mean after she went back to shower and eat, she didn’t n oning back to the


    hospital at all? Damn it!


    As Morrison’s mood seemed to sink further, the caregiver added. “Please don’t be upset, sir. Mrs.


    Witt is pregnant, and it’s getting harder for her


    by the day. She has to take care of you and herself, which is twice the effort Moreover, this is a


    hospital after all, and the strong medicinai senel


    is not good for a pregnant woman It’s only right that she gets some rest at home, don’t you think?”


    Morrisons brow was furrowed, “if she wasn’ting, why didn’t she just tell me that in the first


    ce?


    “Would you have let her go if she had told you?”


    Of course not


    Her attitude and behavior during the day had already made him feel uneasy, and then she stood


    him up at night. Just yesterday, when he was in the hospital, she wasn’t like this


    “Sir, get some rest Your wife loves you so much, she’ll definitelye early tomorrow if she finds


    out you havent been resting well, she’ll be worried”


    Morrison looked at her, “You know she loves me too?”


    The caregiver smiled. “Of course Your wife is such an outstanding and beautiful woman. If she


    didn’t truly love you, how could she have mamed you and be pregnant with your baby?”


    Morrison stayed silent for a moment before a nearly imperceptible smile cracked his stem facade.


    “You’re night”


    Hey back down, “Okay, you can go. I’m going to sleep. Otherwise, she might worry.”


    His demeanor shifted as if the sullen man from minutes ago was someone else entirely, his actions


    almost childlike.


    The caregiver exhaled with relief and nodded with a smile, “Alright, sir. Rest well. If you need


    anything, just ring the call bell on the cab.”


    “Mhm.” Even his monosybic reply couldn’t hide his improving mood, clearly pleased by the


    caregiver’s reassurances of Rose’s love


    As for Roseing first thing in the morning–that was a farce


    Molly herself came to bring Morrison breakfast but there was no sign of Rose. Morrison’s mood


    plummeted, “Where’s Rose?”


    Molly handed the meal to the caregiver and nced at Morrison with indifference, “You leave your


    new wife alone at home for nearly three months right after getting married, and now you suddenly


    can’t stand to be apart? Why should she cater to your whims? Who do you think you


    are?”


    Morrison clenched his teeth in frustration, “She said she’de this morning, but I waited all night


    for nothing!”


    Molly scoffed, “Did she now? From what I sawst night, it didn’t look like she had any intention of


    coming over at all. What’s the matter with you, huh? One night alone and you’re so anxious? Ever


    thought about all those nights since you’ve been married that you left her waiting up for you? Don’t


    act like the world owes you anything. I don’t care if you’re my son. You’re being downright clueless!”


    Rose had waited more than just a few nights. How much must a woman love a man to wait alone


    hopelessly for so many years?


    Morrison’s face was tight with irritation, but he didn’t say a word. There was no room for argument,


    and it was th


    “So when is sheing over?”


    “When I left, she was still asleep. Probably after lunch, she’lle by.”


    Morrison took a sip of the chicken broth, “Then she should be bringing me lunch.”


    Molly nced at him and pushed the thermos on the counter towards him. “You might want to ease


    up on that, there’s a sandwich in there for your lunch too.”


    Morrison was speechless. Chicken broth was fine for breakfast, but for lunch too? And it was the


    same broth left from the morning?


    “You think this is enough to give me the nutrients I need?”


    “If it’s not, there’s always vitamin supplements, right?”


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    Morrison fell silent. She was just getting back at him for Rose, wasn’t she?


    Morrison pushed the bowl aside, his expression sour. Before, Molly would have coaxed him into


    eating more, out of concern, but today, she said nothing more. Instead, she secured the lid on the


    thermos, “Take care of yourself. Don’t take out your frustrations on your own health. If you don’t,


    you won’t be able to satisfy any woman, let alone hoping for living a happy life with Rose.”


    Morrison’s dark expression suddenly snapped towards her, his brow furrowed.


    Molly forced a smile, “Rose is a good girl. You don’t cherish her, but others will. Like that Winston –


    tall, handsome, and always so kind to her. And what do you have?”


    Morrison’s face tightened, “What do I have? I have a baby and a marriage certificate!”


    Morrison’s righteous indignation made Molly chuckle softly. “A marriage certificate can be changed


    into a divorce paper, and about the baby


    “You actually have the nerve to bring up the baby now? You said Rose shamelessly used the baby


    to marry you, and you found it despicable that she trapped you Now you want to use the baby to


    keep Rose? Doesn’t it hurt your pride?”


    Morrison opened his mouth but for a moment said nothing, after a pause, he said, “If she can use


    the baby, why can’t I? Fair is fair, one for


    “Let’s see if using the baby will work out for you then.”


    Rose woke up feeling refreshed, had breakfast, rested a while, then started preparing the soup


    Morrison would need for lunch.


    “What are you up to, Rose?”


    Megan came downstairs and saw Rose busy in the kitchen.


    Rose turned and smiled at her, “Making soup for Morrison. I’m nning to take it to him at lunch”


    Megan smiled and nodded, though she felt was uneasy “Rose, Morrison isn’t a bad person You


    have to trust your judgment. But I can’t deny that he can be a bit of a blockhead Give him some


    time, and he’lle around”


    “Come around to what?” Rose asked with a yful blink


    “To realizing he loves you We, as outsiders could see clearly. Rose Morrison truly loves you‘


    Rose’s smile faltered for a moment, but soon sheughed softly again. “You don’t need tofort


    me. I’m okay”


    Megan’s heart sank, “So, what are you nning to do about Morrison?”


    Rose’s eyes flickered, then she added the herbs to the soup, covered the pot, and, leaning against


    the countertop, smiled “Megan, what I said


    yesterday wasn’t out of anger. Whether or not Morrison truly loves me, Mona has an irreceable


    ce in his heart. They’ve been on and off since college but always in touch. Morrison isn’t


    indecisive. Like when I pressured him into marrying me, he left me alone in this big house


    without a care


    “I don’t mean to dredge up the past to upset you, I just want to make it clear that I know who


    Morrison truly loves. We’re not sworn enemies. I love him, so I sincerely hope he finds happiness. I


    believe you and his mother want that too


    “So please, don’t stand in the way of Mona anymore. If you couldn’t stop them years ago, why try


    now? It’ll only confirm their enduring love. If I keep holding onto Morrison. I won’t be able to take it,


    and it’ll only make him despise me more. It’s all unnecessary.


    “So, Megan, I’m letting go. You should let them be too. As long as Morrison is happy, that’s all that


    matters, right?”


    Megan shook her head, staring earnestly at Rose, “So, you’re set on divorcing Morrison?”


    Rose nodded, not denying it


    Megan stared at her for a long time before letting out a deep sigh. “Alright, alright. If you’ve made up


    your mind, I won’t get involved. We can’t meddle in your rtionship. Do as you will”


    She sighed, leaving the kitchen with a heavy heart.


    Rose’s hands curled against the countertop, her palms cold. “I’m sorry”


    She apologized profusely, but Megan just sighed, shook her head, and didn’t respond in any way.


    Rose turned back to the stove, watching the steam rise from the soup. She rested one hand on the


    counter, the other on her forehead, her hair falling around her face, hiding her expression.


    Just when Morrison was about to give in to frustration and demand to be discharged, Rose walked


    through the hospital room door. The room was bustling with doctors and nurses, Morrison, now


    suited up, was in the midst of a temper tantrum.


    “What’s the matter?” Rose’s voice, tinged with curiosity, cut through the silence, drawing all eyes in


    the room towards her.


    “Ah, there you are.” the caregiver eximed, pping her thigh as she hurried over. “Your husband


    was up all night waiting for you.”


    Morrison’s gaze, cool and steady, fixed og Rose. “Did you really stand me up, Rose?”


    With an air of nonchnce, Rose walked in and set the thermos she was carrying to one side.


    “I was simply exhausted yesterday and identally overslept.”