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.

Then, I pressed the call bell,

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

permission and disturbed my rest. Can you

"Well..."

what to do, the nurse clasped her awkwardly and looked

and ordered, "You

nurse breathed a sigh of

silence fell in the ward the

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

me to feed you," he said with a

the fuck? He

sat up straight, grabbed the spoon

"Ahem!"

that, but I also felt that I was going to throw up. I covered my mouth with my

I stood up, I felt a sharp, intense pain in my ankle. I lost my balance and

onto something warm. It turned out that Charles had caught me just in time. He then laid me on

let go of me and even gently patted me on the back. With his free hand, he pressed on the

me. I snatched the

you suffer

that the pain in

to push him away, but his warm embrace felt like it was the strongest cage in the world. He got me trapped

because of his

I would suffer. Why

do the things that

man was cruel, and I would never

you beat me up? Do anything to me—punch me, kick me, slap me. You can do anything to me as long as it

Seeing that I did not move, he took my hand and

of anger burned my reason

to beat him up. I would do what he

him across the

he was not holding my hand anymore. His face tilted sideways due to the impact, and

like he had

if you're still not satisfied." Charles closed his

to slap him again, but I could not bring

the doctor came in

beeline to the doctor. "Doctor, my wife sprained

His mere touch hurt

patient hurt

and just shot daggers at

noticed my gaze, and he

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