The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 105

Taking a bite of the steaming hotdog, I felt like I was finally alive again. Satisfied and full, I returned to my rented apartment, only to spot Blair smoking a cigarette by her car.

Her face still showed signs of her recent injury, though she tried to hide it behind oversized sunglasses. When she saw me, she gave a small wave and smiled. "Samuel, I've been waiting for you."

The sight of her reminded me too much of Abigail—persistent and impossible to shake off. I quickened my pace, hoping to get inside before she could rope me into yet another exhausting conversation.

But Blair moved faster, stepping directly in front of me and blocking my path. Her eyes locked onto mine. "Why are you running? I have something important to talk to you about."

"Important?" I stopped, keeping my tone neutral. "If it's business-related, then fine. If it's anything else, then I'm not interested."

She chuckled at my bluntness and handed me a contract. "Take a look. My dad asked me to give you this. He was really impressed with your last project and wants to work with you again. What do you think?"

Blair's gaze lingered on me, her smile almost teasing, like she wasn't asking about work but something far more personal.

I took the contract but didn't give her an answer right away. Instead, I said flatly, "I'll review it and get back to you."

I turned away and tried to leave, but a sharp, familiar pain surged through my body. It hit me like a wave, making me unsteady on my feet. I stumbled, barely managing to stay upright.

"Samuel! What's wrong?" Blair's voice sounded panicked as she rushed over to steady me. "I'll take you to the hospital!"

Moved by their determination, I said nothing as George walked out to make the arrangements.

When we arrived at the new hospital, I noticed something that made my stomach sink. The hospital's investor board prominently displayed Abigail's name, which meant that she had shares here and that she'd helped fund the place.

Seeing her name made me regret agreeing to this transfer.

Blair was pushing me toward the VIP ward when Joshua suddenly appeared. He looked pale and frail as he stumbled into a nearby bed before dramatically calling out, "Doctor! Someone, please! My head is spinning… What's wrong with me?"

I watched him calmly, suppressing a laugh. The theatrics were so over the top that it was almost impressive. Joshua might've missed his calling as an actor.