Ex-husband’s Regret

Chapter

642

"Be prepared for what?"

Dr. Travis and Prof. Kilburn exchanged a glance and sald, "The worst-case scenario. If the fever develops into pneumonia, combined with his extensive wounds..." I didn't want to go there that day.

"You can't stay up late or overwork yourself. After this, go back and rest. Even if you can't sleep, just close your eyes and rest. We'll keep an eye on things here." Frank was lying face down, and I saw the extensive wounds on his back.

My nose felt sore, but I didn't want to cry anymore.

Crying was the least useful thing.

"Jane."

"Charlotte, what is it?"

I took a deep breath, trying to appear fine. "I want to have something to eat."

"Okay, I'll go buy something for you right now."

It was getting late, and Zachary came along too.

"Buy more, everyone probably hasn't eaten yet."

After the funeral, we were supposed to eat, but one thing after another had prevented us from doing so.

Yet, when I mentioned it, Dr. Travis and Prof. Kilburn still looked worried.

They could tell if I was truly feeling lighthearted or just pretending.

After all, losing a loved one wasn't something that can be recovered from quickly.

It takes time.

Sometimes, you just have to go with the flow.

Do your best and leave the rest to fate.

Frank woke up briefly, saw me, and squeezed my hand before quickly closing his eyes again.

It happened so quickly that if I hadn't been watching closely, I might not have noticed.

"It's okay, don't worry. He definitely cares about you, but his body can't handle it. Just seeing you here safe is enough to put his mind at ease," Dr. Travis explained.

I wiped the sweat from Frank's forehead and let out a soft sigh.

After Dr. Travis spoke, he didn't disturb us, sitting on the couch with Prof. Kilburn to discuss some medical ideas.

I didn't understand much, so I leaned against the bed, watching Frank.

After a while, I planned to check his temperature.

But the readings kept fluctuating, making my heart race with anxiety.

If anything happened to Frank because of me, I would be even more guilty.

One after another, everyone around me seemed to meet unfortunate ends. "You're overthinking again."

Startled, I looked at Frank, who had opened his eyes. "Were you just talking?"

He curved his lips. "With you like this, I thought you had a high fever and were losing your mind."

I quickly checked his temperature again, it was still high. I looked at Dr. Travis. "Can he drink water?"

Dr. Travis replied, "You can moisten his mouth with a cotton swab."

I got up but was pressed back down by Frank. "I don't want any water. You shouldn't move around so much, and don't just sit here, go lie down and rest. And stop taking everything upon yourself, thinking you're a burden." I didn't know how to respond. "You're sleeping, and I was being quiet. How do you know so much?" "Because I know you too well."

Frank's eyelids drooped, clearly uncomfortable. I quickly said, "Don't talk so much, save it for when your fever goes down."

He pressed his thumb against my palm.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Confused, I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

After a brief silence, Frank looked at me and said, "Your palms are sweaty. Just now, you grabbed my hand tightly, I knew you were overthinking."

"Charlotte, don't punish yourself for others' mistakes."

I parted my lips, trying to get him to rest more, but before I could say a word, I saw him close his eyes again.