Man, what's wrong with you?

Sherry's dizziness was getting worse. She stumbled and bumped against the cabinet, which shook with the impact.

Moreover, the wound on her back was stinging, as if it the skin had been slashed into pieces. But the physical pain was far more bearable than the pain in her heart.

"Where did you get these? Are they from Steve, or some other man?" Jeremy asked angrily, as he stepped forward to steady the cabinet. He looked without sympathy at Sherry.

She coughed. Her hair covered her face as she bent to cover her mouth and hide her fragile, injured eyes.

"So, it turns out you like such things, and the man who give them to you!" Jeremy sneered.

He glanced at the pile inside the cabinet. The sight of the gifts made him even angrier.

"No..." Sherry said softly, trailing off. She considered explaining, then swallowed back the words. Instead, a bitter smile formed on her face.

She knew Jeremy well enough to know that nothing would convince him. It didn't matter what she said to him when he was in a temper. He wouldn't believe her anyway.

"No?" Jeremy repeated incredulously. "You've already made the effort to keep these things while I wasn't here! I can see how much you treasure these gifts!" To him, it seemed very obvious that she had a guilty conscience.

He breathed hard, thinking of what he would say to teach Sherry a lesson. "I've learned that you are a vain and shallow woman! You would throw yourself at any man who gives you these stupid presents.

I never knew until today that you had such vanity!" Sherry stared at him. He was looking at her with sarcasm and contempt.

She realized that even after being married for so long, Jeremy still had no idea what kind of person she really was. He thought she was vain and stupid like his other women.

"Don't talk nonsense," she said tiredly. "What you're saying isn't true. You just love to judge me by your own impossible standards." With that, Sherry pushed him away and stumbled out of the ward.

Still wearing her hospital clothes, she rushed down the corridor, heading towards the front doors of the hospital. She didn't know where she was going. She only knew that she wanted to escape Jeremy and forget the cruel words that broke her heart.

She emerged from the hospital and began hurrying down the street.

was exhausted, but she used every last bit of strength to run as far as she

her energy spent, she stopped and doubled over, clutching at a nearby post for support. Her

she felt her stomach growling with hunger. But she wasn't

around at her surroundings. She recognized where

the tall building where she

car was parked by the sidewalk near the

windows, trying to see if anyone was inside.

quickly turned. Chester stood there, looking at her with surprise. He asked, "Sherry, what are

sweating face and saw that she had placed a hand on the car. He realized she was unsteady and

cheeks were flushed. Her lips were

as he placed a gentle hand

voice, he said,

want to go back to the

a burning fever. If you don't go to the hospital now, it will get worse."

but he was firm when he

She leaned back against the comfortable seat, and turned her head to the side to look at Chester with pleading eyes as he got

the steering wheel, gazing into her burning, desperate

hospital," he said with

the road. He didn't say where they

the hospital. She watched the scenery outside the

vision and slid down her cheeks. Memories overwhelmed her as all the sadness and pain

this was the last

this point on, she wouldn't shed a

saw Sherry's shoulders trembling. Although

expected to see her here, so helpless and alone, wandering around in hospital clothes.