Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 317

A thousand voices sounded in Kimberly's mind. "I'm pregnant with his child, but you're pregnant with an illegitimate child. Do you think he would choose you over me?"

"He doesn't want to see you and you can never step into this door again. From now on, you will no longer be the Young Ma'dam. Please leave."

"This is a divorce contract. If you sign it, we will cut ties with each other forever."

"You're married to the Yardley family. If Erica hadn't given you this chance, would you have qualified to be the second mistress of the Yardley family? What's wrong with me asking you to help me pay off some gambling debts? Isn't it the right I have for raising you?"

"Look at your ugly face. Do you think there's any man who would like you? Your own husband didn't even touch you for two years. Didn't you figure out why?"

"Get lost. Get out of my house and never come back."

"No, don't do that..." Kimberly pleaded in her mind.

All the memories from the past flashed across her mind one by one, seizing the weakness in her heart and attacking her with full force.

"Don't... Don't throw me out, please..." She pleaded again. Benedict, who was staying by Kimberly's bed, had already heard her countless murmurs that evening. "Don't, don't send me away..." She cried repeatedly.

Benedict sighed as he heard that. His eyes were full of grievance.

Since he took Kimberly back to the hospital, she had a high fever, and it hadn't subsided. As she was pregnant, she couldn't take certain medicine, but only physical cooling.

Benedict had stayed with her for a long time. After more than an hour, her fever didn't get better but grew worse instead.

The nurse had been taking care of her. At this time, she couldn't help looking at Benedict and reminded him, "Sir, you have been staying here for more than an hour. Your body won't be able to take it. You'd better go have some rest. I'll be guarding her here."

"I'm fine." Benedict pursed his thin lips and shook his head. "I can't rest assured if her fever doesn't get better."

"I'll be taking care of her. She will definitely be fine. It's not a good idea for you to stay here like this. If you continue to stay here, your body will not be able to stand it."

Benedict did not speak again. His gaze had not left Kimberly for even a moment. He had been changing the wet cloth for her and applying it to her forehead.

The young nurse felt helpless. This man was too stubborn to listen to her. This duo was already injured and yet they ran out together. Furthermore, when they came back, both of them were soaked. The woman had a high fever and fainted, while the man's wounds were infected. However, he did not want to have them treated. Instead, he had been calmly doing physical cooling for the woman, giving the nurse a headache.

"Sir, don't blame me for saying something unpleasant. You're covered in wounds from head to toe, and you're drenched. If your wounds get infected later, you'll also get a high fever. When that happens, do you think you won't infect her with your own sickness? Don't forget she's pregnant," the nurse said.

Hearing what she said, Benedict paused. He seemed to be moved by her words.

Seeing this, the nurse quickly advised, "Sir, please leave it to me. I will take good care of her. You should have your wounds taken care of first."

Only then did Benedict nod his head and pass her the handkerchief.

The nurse finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was the patient she was assigned to. She would feel sorry if something really went wrong with him.

Benedict didn't go far. Both of them were in the same ward, and he was on the bed next to hers. The nurse found a doctor to treat his wounds, and she took care of Kimberly herself.

Although someone had treated Benedict's wounds, he still kept his eyes on Kimberly.