Chapter 105
Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz
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 Eileenâs other hand.
Anxiously, Mary asked, âWill there be any problems? Look at how much pain sheâs in. Isnât there any other solution?â
The nurse adjusted the flow rate of the IV drip and said helplessly, âSevere reactions during menstruation are something we encounter several times a day in the hospital. Weâve done everything we can, but thereâs really no other solution. She can only drink more brown sugar water, or perhaps massaging her lower abdomen might alleviate the symptoms.â
After the nurse left the room, Mary, with a hint of melancholy, suggested, âShould I go buy a bag of brown sugar?â
Eileen wanted to get some water, but Mary quickly handed it over to her. After rinsing her mouth, Eileen weakly collapsed onto the bed. âItâs alright, Mary. You should go next door and rest for a while. Dawn is breaking soon, and you still have work to do.
Donât tire yourself out.â
âHow can I sleep when youâre in this state? Let me give you a massage.â Mary reached her hand into the blanket and massaged Eileenâs stomach through the fabric. âDoes this feel any better?â
Eileen closed her eyes and nodded slightly. âYeah, Iâm feeling better now.â
âThen you should go to sleep. When you wake up, the pain will be gone.â
âAll right.â 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 couldnât 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.
âMr. Snow... what are you doing here?â Mary looked at him with round, curious eyes.
She thought he wasnât a good man at first glance. She could see right through his character.
Ericâs sharp gaze fell on the extremely restless figure sleeping on the bed. âWhat did the doctor say?â
Mary walked over and said softly, âOh dear, donât even mention it. Ms. Eileen is really suffering! She passed out from the pain, and the painkillers didnât help even after she took a few more. Those pills have side effects, but thereâs nothing we can do! I just gave her a massage, and she finally managed to fall asleep.â
The manâs 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.
âYou can go rest now. Iâll keep watch.â
Mary was so excited she almost slapped her thigh. âAll right then, Mr. Snow. You better watch out. This IV bag is almost empty...â
âI will.â
Mary quickly left, but before she did, she couldnât 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.
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.
âHow do you feel?â 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. âW-What are you doing here? Whereâs Mary?â
He took in every emotion in her eyes-the rejection, the resistance, and the fear.
âDonât you want to see me?â
Eileen clutched the blanket nervously, not looking at him, and said indifferently, âYou donât need to put on a show. Even if you didnât come to the hospital, Will wouldnât blame you. Mary being here is enough.â
Eric didnât take her words to heart. He stood up, opened the thermos he brought from home, and said, âThis is brown sugar water that Sharon prepared for you.â
âI donât want to drink. You should go back!â 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, âThereâs no one else here. You donât need to put on an act in front of me.â
Unexpectedly, Eric didnât get angry. Instead, he took out a Blake handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the drink off his body.
âAre you losing your temper?â
I donât know if itâs because of my period, but seeing him now just makes me angry. Eileen closed her eyes, suppressing her emotions. âWhat else do you expect from me? Should I smile and act as if nothing has changed even though youâre constantly tormenting me, drugging me, and trying to take my life? Looking at you only makes me feel sick!â
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, âYouâd better behave while Iâm still being patient with you. Whether you like it or not, keep it to yourself.â
He reached out, gently tucking the stray hair behind her ear. âEileen, after all this time, why havenât you learned? Children who cry and make a fuss donât get rewarded. If you behave, maybe I can make your life more comfortable.â
Eileen brushed his hand away. âSo, should I kneel and thank you for your mercy? I donât 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.â
Eric saw the cold eyes filled with hatred and felt frustrated. âIâm giving you a chance. Take back what you said.â
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. âWhere are you going?â
Eileen stood still, her eyelids trembling slightly. âIâm sorry...â Her voice quivered. âI take back what I just said... I shouldnât have said those things to you... I shouldnât have made your time coming to see me late at night. Itâs all my fault. Are you happy now?â
Eileen shook off his hand and walked to the door.
you waste âEric, stop pretending. If you want to be a villain, then be completely cruel to me. Donât be kind to me and hurt me at the same time! Why are you doing this?â