Abusive Wife Novel

Abusive Wife Chapter 153

Chapter 153

The next time Madeline opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a hospital bed. The strong antiseptic scent invaded her senses as she tried to recall how she ended up here. As she struggled to prop herself up, she found her arm attached to a scary looking IV drip. What happened to me…? she wondered. She recalled passing out right before dinner, but she could not remember anything beyond that point. Her thoughts were scrambled and her mind a mess, giving her a mild migraine. At this moment, a familiar little head popped up beside her bed. Before she knew it, Thomas had climbed onto her bed and perched over her, his big round eyes filled with joy and relief.

“Mommy, you’re up! Are you okay?” he asked anxiously. “Daddy went to get you something to eat. If you’re hungry, I have some chocolate milk for you.” Thomas quickly got himself off the bed

and ran to his backpack, producing a little carton of warmed chocolate milk

for his mother.

“Don’t worry, Thomas. Mommy’s alright,” Madeline reached an arm out to ruffle

her son’s hair.

“But, Mommy… you fainted, and there was so much blood!” Thomas hugged his mother tightly, as if trying to forget the dreadful memory of his mother fainting.

“Mommy was just over-exhausted from the hike in the morning. I’ll be okay once I get enough rest,” she smiled, patting her son on the back.

“Really, Mommy?” Thomas asked again, not fully convinced.

“Of course, darling. When has Mommy ever lied to you?” Madeline reassured

her son.

lie to kids all the time!”

Mommy’s the patient here

the roles had reversed.

with you!” Thomas was insistent, but his tone was sweet and gentle. She gently stroked his back and even took a sip of his chocolate milk, just to show him she was alright. Thomas fussed over her incessantly, propping up her pillow

and Noah walked in, his eyes lighting up as he saw Madeline

to

then extended his hand to touch

must be hungry, have some of this congee. I’ll get Andy and Dylan to come over,”

that Madeline’s fever had

visibly as he passed her the flask. Was it cold outside? She wondered. Or was he worried about her? Before her thoughts could spiral any further, she

did something happen?” Madeline’s eyes were

it a try,” he said as he helped her detach the thermos. A strong burnt smell permeated

her breath, feeling suffocated. “Noah Quincy, are you trying to poison me

look for Uncle Dylan!” Thomas sauntered out of the room, leaving Noah

followed the

to a tee.

omelet and vegetables in, but perhaps the fire

promise it’s not poisonous!” Noah picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of congee from the flask, even blowing on

ahhhh!” Noah coaxed

that he cooked for her. This was something she had wished for all the time

thought of ingesting his

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