The Woman From Hell

Before I could introduce them to each other, Jerome jumped up and said, "Fancy meeting you here, Mr. Grant. I was just thinking of paying you a visit.”

I knew Jerome did not have a filter when he spoke, so I stood up and interrupted, just in case he blurted out some nonsense. “How're things with Doctor Lynch?"

"He's fine. The operation went well, we're just waiting for him to wake up," Theo answered my question, but his eyes were hostile as his gaze scanned Jerome.

Jerome was a psychologist with amazing skills at understanding body language, so when he saw what was happening, he said, "Don't misunderstand, Mr. Grant. I have nothing to do with your wife. We’ve known each other for ten years, so to me, she’s a brother."

I...

Jerome was so blunt that the expression on Theo's face was becoming slightly unnatural. He retracted his glare and looked at Cecilia. "The doctor said that your wounds aren't too deep, so you can be discharged in two days."

Theo was normally aloof toward outsiders, and he would rarely make conversation. Thus, he rarely

showed concern for someone of his own accord. I was a little surprised to hear all those words come out of his mouth. Cecilia was equally surprised. She was first stunned before saying, "Okay, thank you."

Suddenly, it was awkward for everyone in the ward and silence filled the air. Only Jerome was unbothered as he stared at Theo intently.

Perhaps Jerome's gaze was too intruding, Theo was slightly displeased and shot Jerome a look. Then, he looked at me and said, "I'll arrange for someone to take care of Cecilia. Follow me home

first, we'll come back tomorrow."

"No, I’ll stay back and take care of her." I insisted.

"Wanda, go back with President Grant. I have nothing planned, and it's not good for a pregnant lady like you t o stay in the hospital. You'll just make me worried," Cecilia replied quickly.

After giving it some thought, it seemed that she was right. It would only be more burdensome for Cecilia if I stayed with her since she would have to worry about me despite being injured. I nodded and said, "Okay, you rest well, then. I'll make you something to eat tomorrow."

Since Theo said that he had already arranged for a caretaker, I trusted him.

After a few last reminders for Cecilia, all of us left the ward together. As soon as we were out in the corridor, Jerome asked Theo, "Do you have time, President

Grant? There's something that I'd like to talk to you about."

"What is it?” Theo looked at him, his gaze was cold and his voice was emotionless.

"It's regarding your wife, of course! What other common conversation topics do we have?” Jerome’s eyes sparkled as he intentionally signaled Theo.

Fortunately, Theo did not pay any attention to him, or he would misunderstand that Jerome was trying to flirt with him.

I held my forehead and quickly said, "We've made plans, Jerome, so tonight is a no-go. Next time, we'll treat you to a meal. You can go back now!"

"What? Wanda, what do you mean? You asked me to come all the way here and now you wanna run away?" Jerome glared at me, displeasure evident on his face.

"No, I'm just really tired today. I wanna go home and rest. Can we talk about this some other day?" I was really worried that this chatterbox would just blabber about my lack of libido to Theo.

The mental image of two grown men talking about such a sensitive topic right before me was... too much for me. NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Okay, you can head home first. I’ll talk to your husband since there can only be progress if we talk to him about it," Jerome answered nonchalantly, disregarding my embarrassment altogether.

"What is it that you want to tell me?" Theo was confused when he saw how adamant Jerome was.

"Your wife is sick. I’m sure you know that, right?" Jerome ignored my signals and dished it out right away.

"Yeah, I'm aware.” Theo regained his usual cold composure. He had a look on his face that meant to show he was already long aware of it.

If I could dig a hole in the ground and hide in it, I would.

Jerome was taken aback. "So why aren't you seeking treatment for her? The longer you drag it out, the messier it gets. Don’t you know that?"

"I'm getting her the best expert who'll be in Whatdolf City in a few days." Theo was rarely so patient as he gave a reply.

What?

Something was not right. I did not think that they were both on the same frequency. The sickness that Theo was talking about was not the same as the one Jerome was talking about.

The elevator door opened, and Theo pulled me into the elevator. Jerome followed us in and said, "This is a kind of illness that even experts would not have a treatment plan for. It requires special methods. Why don't you spare some time and bring her overseas? I know a professional who does research on this."