I hustled to the hospital and got a number for Russel.
After a long wait in line, it was finally my turn. Russel glanced at me and motioned for me to sit on the nearby chair, "have a seat."
"Alright." I immediately sat down, but Russel had already called in the next patient.
Russel was very focused on his work. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he had an air of intellectuality. Listening to his interaction with patients, I became more convinced of one thing: he didn’t need to fight over Bonnie with Neil. He deserved a better woman. Why would he put himself in such a mess?
About ten minutes later, Russel said to me, "You can leave now."
I got up and left without asking any questions.
I gave Bailey a call. Half an hour later, Bailey picked me up at the entrance of the hospital. After I got in the car, he asked with concern, "Madam, are you not feeling well?"
"My heart is uncomfortable." I replied casually.
"How did the examination go?" Bailey asked again.
"Probably due to lack of rest." I perfunctorily replied.
Bailey nodded, "Then you need to rest more."
I really needed to rest more, otherwise the weight I just gained would drop again. My ideal weight was 60 kilos, at least 50 kilos. But now I only weighed 45 kilos.
I sighed helplessly.
When I returned to Sterling Estates, I asked Ada to prepare lunch. She seemed a bit off. Before she left to prepare the food, she whispered to me, "Madam, Mr. Whitmore is upstairs."
"When did he come back?" I was a bit surprised.
"He came back last night. He was asking why you weren't home. He seemed to be in a bad mood." Ada replied.
"Alright, I got it." I waved my hand, then got up and headed upstairs.
Neil was working in the study. His desk was a mess, but he seemed unfazed, always effortlessly finding the files he needed. The study was filled with the smell of smoke. He was holding a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.
I coughed twice as the smoke choked me. He looked up at me from the pile of papers, his eyes cold.
"You finally came back?" Neil put out the cigarette, his voice hard.
"Why did you come back last night?" I found it strange. Shouldn't Neil have gone to find Bonnie?
"Where do you think I should have gone?" Neil countered.
I shook my head, "I don't know. You carry on with your work. I'm going to take a shower, and then it's time for lunch."
As I was about to leave the study, Neil spoke again, a hint of jealousy in his tone, "Where did you spend the night last night?"
This question made me feel a bit guilty. Although there was nothing substantial between Russel and me, he took me to a hotel after I got drunk and helped me keep it a secret from Neil, which made me feel like I wasn't entirely innocent. At the very least, we were in the same boat.
"At a hotel." I murmured.
"Alone?" Neil's eyes darkened further.
I nodded, confirming that I was alone in the room.
Seeing this, Neil's expression softened a bit, then he went back to his work, ignoring me.
Sometimes I wonder, was I sent by God to atone for Neil's sins? Otherwise, how could I have tolerated him for so many years?
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