The Woman From Hell

"You can all rest assured that the child's condition has now stabilized. Please ring the bell and call us immediately if you need anything." After the nurse had given us the rundown of the precautions, she passed the doctor's order to Theo. Delia, who was standing by and watching silently, looked worried. She had pretended to be so very worried when she opened the door and entered the ward. Timothy, who was asleep, lay quietly on the bed. He was no longer crying or making a fuss. Although I resented Theo for not answering the phone, I was also aware that he might have been held up. Besides, the most important thing was that Timothy was fine.

As for Theo's sincere apology, he made repeated promises that similar situations would never happen again. I also did not wish to be all hysterical and filled with grudgingness. "Wanda, you must be exhausted now. Let me take you home so you can rest first."

"The baby might kick up a fuss if he doesn't see me when he wakes up. Traveling back and forth when the time comes will be too troublesome."

Although the doctors and nurses were all professional medical personnel, companionship was more important for Timothy now despite Theo insisting that I did not look too good. "Then leave everything here to me first. You can catch up on sleep and go eat something."

I shook my head and rejected his proposal. The scene in front of me when I entered the ward again made me somewhat uncomfortable.

Delia was taking care of Timothy wholeheartedly. She wiped Timothy's body with a wrung-out hot towel, her actions gentle and careful so as not to wake him up.

She was obviously sharing the burden with me, but it made me feel very uncomfortable for some reason.

Theo could sense that something was off with the atmosphere and explained that he had coincidentally bumped into Delia here as well, so he brought her along.

"You shouldn't overwork yourself considering the state of your body now. You need to take care of your own child too, after all."

I said all this to shame Delia. I was not as generous as one would imagine. Not to mention, she helped herself to take care of Timothy without asking for permission. One could imagine the embarrassment and shame on Delia's face. "I'm sorry, I did all this myself without your consent..."

"Wanda, I was the one who brought her here. She also has good intentions. She doesn't mean

anything else." Theo did not even have the courage to look at me directly knew deep down that the debt he owedContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

when he said this met

me could not be easily made up for.

The reality was that Theo was unaware that my attitude was already very restrained. If it were any other woman, they would have long gone hysterical and lost themselves.

In my opinion, Delia should not even be here considering who she was, but then she began sobbing aggrievedly under this circumstance. "President Grant, I'm sorry for causing trouble between you and Wanda. It's all my fault. "Boo-hoo, I'm truly sorry."

I was already physically and mentally exhausted but could not even relax in this situation. "Shouldn't I be the one crying?"

Who was used to her phoniness?

Those who were unaware would think that she was suffering much humiliation, but I was simply telling the truth. If Shannon was here, she would have immediately flown into a rage. She would not even beat about the bush.

Theo hesitated to speak when he heard this. It would be inappropriate for him to speak anyway. Delia was also worried that her mood swings would have deleterious effects and hurriedly offered to take a taxi back to rest first.

After everything calmed down, I was too disappointed and was unable to pull myself out of it. Despite Theo having said not long ago that I was the only constant love in his life, it would be difficult to change the harm he had caused me.

After a night of tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep.