Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

After the private doctor listened to what Stella had said, he replied, “Mrs. Conrad, Mr. Conrad’s condition is exacerbated by the infection of his injuries which worsened his cold. Rest assured that he’ll be fine once we get the infection under control.”

Stella frowned and asked, “Are you certain that he doesn’t need to go to the hospital?”

“No, no. There is no need to. But he needs to take the medicine as directed.” The doctor replied.

“He took the medicine yesterday afternoon and at night,” Stella answered.

The doctor exclaimed and said, “That’s strange. He should be getting better by right.”

He continued after a pause, “Mrs. Conrad, did you change his bandages this morning?”

“Er… not yet.” Mrs. Conrad replied guiltily.

“Then can you kindly change his bandages and then give him another dose of the medicine? If he doesn’t get better in a couple of hours, I’ll make a trip over.” The doctor said.

Stella heaved a sigh and replied, “Okay, I’ll do that.”

Stella ended the call and left to cook some porridge when it did not appear that Clarence was about to wake up.

She filled the pot with water and left it on the stove before going over to the washing machine to do some laundry. Thereafter, she tidied the living hall and when she was emptying the trash, she noticed some pills inside the trash can.

Stella squatted next to the trash can and then carefully picked up the pills inside the trash can. Then she went to compare them with the medicine that the doctor prescribed for Clarence.

True enough, they were identical. Stella frowned immediately and tightly clenched her fists.

…

In fact, Clarence was already awake when Stella called the doctor. He laid on the bed with his eyes wide open before shutting them when he heard the door opening.

Stella brought the medical box and sat beside the bed. She took out a pair of small scissors and began to cut the bandage on his arm. She was very precise and gentle in reapplying the ointment onto his wounds.

Suddenly, Clarence grunted in pain.

softly, “You’re

eyes, looked at her, and asked, “What are you

the ointment.” Stella relaxed the tension on the bandage and continued, “Look at how badly

and asked, “What

you had already given up hope on your arm,

Clarence was speechless.

bleeding. She continued to bandage the wound

on the bed and started to rub his temples. A moment later, Stella returned with a bowl of porridge, placed it on the bedside table, and

the outside door being opened and shut, he picked up the tray with the bowl and left the

tray on the table

replied without raising her head, “Thanks to you, now

slightly and grinned. He picked up the spoon and scooped some

“Yes.” She replied.

doctor

asked me to prepare to die if I don’t take my

speechless. He then looked towards the trash can and frowned. She had discovered what he had

continued to eat while Clarence kept his

Stella washed her dishes and went to the sofa to take her medicine. Likewise, Clarence sat beside her with a glass of water and picked up his medicine from the coffee table. Stella glared

obediently took the medicine and placed them in his mouth and washed them down with a glass of

then looked away and

gloomy outside. It was an excellent day to

to Stella. He

was no reply.

her nose and she reflexively frowned and swatted his

stood up, picked her up in his arms, and positioned her onto the bed. She was in

with the blanket, laid beside

habitually grabbed his waist and then snuggled in his embrace and continued to

gave her a peck on her forehead and

…

bed. She stretched herself and reached for her cellphone to check the time but instead of her phone, she felt a nose and the