Chapter 166 Feeling Better

Yvonne nodded and said, “You were the one who recommended this psychiatrist to me, and that’s why I’m thanking you.”

“Hmm? But it was…” said Shane but his face suddenly twisted before he could continue.

Yvonne said with a puzzled look, “Are you alright?”

“Of course,” Shane said while giving her an awkward smile.

“Are you sure? It sounded as if you were just about to say something,” said Yvonne.

After a slight cough, he added, “It’s nothing. I accidentally bit my tongue, that’s all.”

“Is that so?” Yvonne had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right, but she decided not to pursue any further since he insisted that nothing was wrong.

Seeing that Yvonne didn’t press the matter, Shane quietly let out a sigh of relief while he slowly shifted himself towards Sue’s direction. He said in a very low tone, “Is it ok if you let go of my foot now Sue?”

“Of course Dr. Summers, but may I remind you to please refrain from saying anything unnecessary? Anything related to sir should be the last thing she needs to hear right now. That's why I told her that it was you who recommended the psychiatrist, and you almost blew it,” Sue said with an insincere smile as she let go of Shane’s foot.

Shane adjusted his glasses. “You should’ve given me a heads up before I came in. I didn’t know you were lying to her about this.”

“Alright, that’s enough now,” Sue snapped.

Shane looked down at his dirtied shoe and couldn’t help himself from laughing. “Alright, I’d better make a move now, get some rest Yvonne.”

“Alright, take care,” Sue said as she laid back down.

Shane took her medical records with him as he left. He was immediately stopped by Henry when he stepped out of the room.

Shane rolled his eyes. “You’re still here?”

“When can she be discharged?” Henry asked, ignoring Shane’s question.

With a very serious look on his face, Henry said, “She’s completely bedridden Henry, how do you expect her to be discharged anytime soon?”

“I don’t, it was an honest question,” replied Henry with his lips pursed.

Shane crossed his arms. “It’s going to be a while. Her stomach wound has to close up and heal before she can even leave, but even if she does get discharged, she has to return for a follow-up checkup frequently. She has already donated her bone marrow twice. Do you think she’d be completely fine?”

Henry was speechless.

Shane sighed. “Go home Henry. What’s the point of staying here if she has no intention of seeing you? You’d be better off figuring out ways to seek her forgiveness.”

With that comment, Shane walked off.

Henry leaned back against the stone-cold wall, his mind deep in thought.

Forgiveness?

Could she ever forgive him for what he did to her?

Even if he decided to come clean and tell her the full truth, even if she knew that he had nothing to do with this, Henry couldn’t imagine Yvonne forgiving him.

Creak!

The door to Yvonne’s ward creaked open again.

Sue was holding a jug as she walked out of the ward. As soon as she noticed Henry was leaning against the wall with a lighted cigarette in his hands, she scoffed at him abruptly.

“Sir, what are you doing? Your wife is in there recuperating, yet here you are smoking just outside of her ward. What if the odor spreads inside?” Sue coldly scowled.

Henry was startled but he reacted almost immediately and said, “Sorry.”

He pinched and threw away the cigarette butt without hesitation.

Sue remained cold as she said, “If you must smoke, please return home and do it.”

She walked past him towards the direction of the water dispenser to fill up the jug.

“Wait,” said Henry.

Sue frowned. “Is something the matter sir?”

“How is she?” asked Henry as he looked at Yvonne’s ward.

Sue coldly replied, “Thanks to you sir, madam is unable to even move due to the pain throughout her entire body.”

“You know about it, don’t you?” Henry could sense that she knew from her sarcasm.

Sue scowled, “Madam told me that sir forcefully made her donate her bone marrow, even sacrificing your own child just to save that Conrad girl. Sir, you even lied to me by saying that madam fell on her own. What were you even thinking sir?”

Henry averted his eyes to conceal his expression. “You may leave now.”

He only said this to avoid the matter from worsening — he also didn’t want to drag Jacqueline into this mess.

Anyhow, Henry had already made up his mind that he would bear sole responsibility for this case.

But he hadn’t expected Yvonne to tell Sue everything, even though it wasn’t the entire truth.

Seeing that Henry wasn’t willing to come clean for his actions, Sue went into a fit of rage and shouted, “Just you wait sir, there will come a day where you will truly regret how you have treated madam and your unborn child for that Conrad girl.”

She couldn’t contain her anger and decided to leave him whilst heading towards the water dispenser in the next room.

Henry gulped and had mixed expressions in his eyes.

Regret?

Shane said that Henry would regret his actions, and now Sue was telling him the same thing.

Did he actually make a grave mistake?

Henry stood in front of Yvonne’s ward and looked through the glass for a while, then walked away quietly.

As Sue walked out from the other room, she saw Henry walking away and let out a long sigh, “How could this have happened...”

How could he have treated his wife and unborn child this way all for a girl who nearly cost him his life in the past?

Refusing to dwell on her thoughts any further, Sue shook her head and went back into the ward.

Soon, a week had passed.

Yvonne could barely manage to get down from her bed on her own. With some help from Sue, she could manage to walk a few steps, however, that was all she could manage before her body gave in to the pain again.

In the past week, Yvonne had not seen Henry. She hadn’t even thought of contacting him, let alone asking anything related to him.

Instead, Sue told her that Henry had been visiting daily, standing outside the ward without coming in.

Upon hearing this, Yvonne faintly smiled without commenting.

“Madam, Dr. Anderson is here,” said Sue as she guided a man into the ward with her.

This was Dr. Anderson, the psychologist.

Yvonne closed the book that she was reading and smiled at him.

“How are you doing madam? You seem to be more relaxed,” Dr. Anderson said as he walked towards her.

“I’m managing, all thanks to you Dr. Anderson,” Yvonne replied with a smile.

It was true — she did feel more at peace compared to her hysteric state a week ago.

Dr. Anderson waved his hands and humbly replied, “The main reason for your recovery is your strong will and effort, and your recovery rate has exceeded my expectations I must say.”

“Thank you for your kind words.”

“I’m just stating the facts, madam. Let us begin today’s therapy session then,” said Dr. Anderson.

Yvonne nodded and put aside the book that was in her hands.

With a gentle smile, Sue left the two alone and went out to get some food.

When she got back, she saw that Dr. Anderson was just about to leave.

“Are you leaving already Dr. Anderson?” asked Sue.

Dr. Anderson nodded. “Yes, the therapy session has already concluded.”

“But it has only been such a short while since I left.”

“Madam is in good mental condition. You could even say that her current psychological state is like that of a healthy person. There doesn’t seem to be any need for the therapy to continue any further, and hence I should take my leave now,” said Dr. Anderson, who left as soon as he finished speaking.

Sue was relieved. she thought that madam might’ve offended the doctor and forced him to leave.

“Madam, I bought you some chicken noodle soup, do finish it up,” said Sue as she poured the soup into a bowl.

The aroma of the food spread all around the room and made Yvonne quite hungry. She gawked at the box that Sue was holding.

Sue gleefully handed the box to her. “Go on, eat.”

“Thank you Sue,” Yvonne said as she received the bowl of soup from Sue. She carefully blew on the soup to cool it down and then drank it.

She had been eating bland hospital food for the past week and had missed the taste of actual food. The chicken noodle soup had given her so much pleasure you could see it all on her face. Sue shared the same happiness as she saw Yvonne’s face.

“You carry on madam, I’m going to look for Dr. Summers to get your medicine. You have run out of it already,” Sue quipped.

Yvonne nodded. “OK.”

“I’ll be back soon.” Sue took off her apron and left the ward.

As soon as she left, Yvonne’s cell phone which was by her bedside rang.

She stopped drinking her soup and glanced at her phone. She could not take her eyes off her phone — her blood boiled and her cheeks went red with anger when she saw who the caller was.