Scarlett's POV:

I felt better than last night when I awoke in the morning.

I was a little hungry, so I decided to call Tracy to bring me breakfast. But before I could reach for my phone, Charles pushed the door open, a delicious food box in his hand.

He walked toward me and put the box on the Small table by the bed.

"It's time for breakfast."

But I did not want to talk to him, and I refused to eat whatever he had brought me.

Despite the look of derision on my face, Charles did not seem to be discouraged. He took out the food from the box one by one, unperturbed. Now, I could see that he had brought fried eggs, bacon, sandwiches, and even a bowl of corn soup.

The familiar fragrance greeted me in an instant.

"Mom made it for you. Try have some," Charles urged, looking a little uneasy.

I knew what the look on his face meant. He was lying. The truth was, his mother, Alice, could not cook.

It must be him who had prepared the food.

But so what?

I had changed. I would no longer be touched just because he had made me breakfast.

Although the table in front of me was full of my favorite dishes, I remained unmoved. To spite Charles, I picked up the milk the hospital had provided and drank it.

He frowned and moved the breakfast closer to me.

"Eat the food I've brought. Hospital food is not as nutritious as you think it is."

I looked up at him and snorted. "Who are you? Didn't you say I'm filthy? You should stay away from me then, or else you'll get yourself dirty."

Charles stiffened and looked at me with an inexplicable look on his face.

"Jerry and Jason are waiting for you at home. Are you sure you want to continue talking to me like this?"

A sneer tugged at my mouth upon hearing this. How dare this bastard threaten me with my own children?

I looked into his eyes unyieldingly, but his face showed that he would not make a compromise. For a moment, we stared into each other's eyes. Neither of us seemed willing to concede. But in the end, I lost.

I hated his overbearingness. Exasperated, I put down the milk and leaned against the pillow sulkily.

"Are you implying that I should feed you???" Charles asked with a cunning look on his face.

at him in response. Then, I pressed the call bell,

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

without my permission

"Well..."

awkwardly and looked back and forth

and ordered, "You can

nurse breathed a sigh

the ward

sat on the edge of my bed, scooped a spoonful of soup, and brought it

to feed you," he said

the fuck? He really

spoon from his hand, and gulped down the

"Ahem!"

I choked on it. Not only that, but I also felt

as soon as I stood up, I felt a sharp, intense pain in my

of hitting the cold, hard ground, I fell onto something warm. It turned out that Charles had caught me just in time. He then laid me on the bed as gentle as

patted me on the back. With his free hand, he pressed on the call bell and then took a tissue

him touch me. I snatched the tissue from him and wiped my

I'm sorry for making you suffer

pain in

was the strongest cage in

to breathe. But then, I realized that it was not because of his arms but his presence.

known I would

things

cruel, and I would

up? Do anything to me—punch me, kick me, slap me. You can do anything to me

face. Seeing that I did not

anger burned my reason

me to beat him up. I would do what he

him across the

anymore. His face tilted sideways due to the impact, and a red

just like he had promised, he did

you feel better? You can slap me again if you're still not

my teeth in anger. I raised my hand to slap him again, but I could not bring myself

stalemate, the doctor came

made a beeline to the doctor. "Doctor, my wife sprained her

came over and touched my swollen ankle. His mere touch hurt so much

the patient hurt her

answer and just shot daggers at

noticed my gaze, and he cast a reproachful glance at

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