I followed her, wanting to see what could make her give up on her brother who was being rescued and she still had to go to do something.
My wife stood outside the ward, took out her phone, and kept dialing.
I floated over and saw that it was my number.
The line was not through, so she opened WhatsApp and kept making voice calls.
This was the first time I have made Zoila so anxious to find me.
In the past, it was always me who kept looking for my wife, and she kept rejecting my calls.
She always wanted to find me as soon as possible, but she always had reasons for not answering my phone.
Perhaps this was what they called double standards.
Seeing that I didn't answer her calls, Zoila kept muttering viciously.
"Joseph Louise, how dare you not answer my call? Don't think that everything will be find when you don't need to donate a heart to my brother, you must know that you will always be the source of his heart!"
I smiled bitterly in the air, thinking that it was not that I didn't want to answer, but I simply didn't have the chance to do that.
If I had the chance, I really wanted to answer the call and ask her.
I wanted to ask her what our relationship was.
5
It seemed to be just a small episode.
My wife immediately devoted herself to meticulous care.
When Ray wanted to drink soup, my wife made soup for him in different ways every day.
Looking at my wife learning soup cooking skills little by little and the scars on her fingers caused by cutting ingredients, I felt bitter in my heart as I looked at the scars on my fingers.
When Zoila was sick and had a high fever, she kept mumbling about wanting to drink chestnut chicken leg soup.
When the chef brought the dish, she didn't even pay any attention to it and shouted that she only wanted to have what I made.
As Zoila said something casually, I had to spend the whole afternoon in the kitchen.
I wasted countless ingredients and got numerous wounds on my hands, but finally I made a pot of decent chicken soup.
When I handed it to her, she was delighted.
But when she saw the wounds on my hands, she immediately turned cold from happiness as if I had done something terribly wrong.
She didn't even taste the soup I made with so much effort and poured it away.
Her words at that time were still deeply engraved in my heart that I couldn't forget them until now.