When I stopped Sophia, she respected my decision and didn't say anything.
Still shaken, she asked, "Samuel, do you know where I found you earlier? You were lying right at your doorstep, surrounded by cars. I was terrified! I was so scared they'd run over you. Thank goodness you're okay. Otherwise, I'd be wracked with guilt!"
As she spoke, tears began streaming down her face.
Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in my heart.
Still, I thanked her, saying, "Sophia, you're the person I trust the most. If it weren't for you, I really don't know who I could've called to save me."
Hearing this, her cheeks flushed, and she nodded resolutely.
"Samuel, you can trust me unconditionally. As long as it's something I can do, I'll do it for you."
With her promise, I felt a bit more at ease.
"Samuel, you should lie down and rest. I'll go get some hot water for you," she said as she picked up the kettle and turned to leave.
But just as she stepped out the door, she ran into someone she didn't want to see—Abigail.
In Abigail's hand was Joshua's medical report. When she saw Sophia, a flicker of wariness and disdain crossed her face. It was evident that she didn't want to see her.
Sophia, who was already displeased with Abigail, was further provoked by her attitude. Sophia's expression darkened, and she called out coldly, "Stop right there!"
"What do I want?" Sophia's expression turned grim as she snapped angrily, "I want to see just how shameless you can be! Did you know that Samuel had collapsed? He's here in this hospital right now!"
Abigail froze. Her brows furrowed tightly as she looked at Sophia. She said grimly, "Even if that's the case, what does it have to do with you? That's a private matter between us. As an outsider, this is none of your business."
Abigail's emphasis on the word "outsider" was clearly her way of telling Sophia to mind her own business.
With a grim expression, she added coldly, "Samuel is my husband. How I treat him is my business, not yours. So, stop trying to act all high and mighty, reprimanding me like this.
"If he hadn't done something to wrong me in the first place, none of this would've happened. Ultimately, it's all his fault. And since it's his fault, he should bear the consequences of his actions."
Abigail's words, delivered in a cold, deliberate tone, cut into my heart like a sharp knife with every syllable.
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