Sophia froze. âNo⦠I⦠I was just too anxious and eager to comfort you.â
Marcus looked at her with cold eyes. âSophia, you probably never hoped for my legs to recover, did you?â
Sophia reached out to touch him. âMarcus, youâre my husband! Why wouldnât I hope for you to recover?â
Marcus raised his hand and coldly brushed hers away. âThanks to you, Iâm exhausted. Can you just be quiet for a bit?â
Sophia sat open-mouthed as her face stiffened. She then closed her mouth and quietly moved aside.
The words âIâm exhaustedâ from his mouth left a lot to the imagination. What had just happened between him and the nurse in that special examination room?
Sophia felt as though a bomb was about to explode in her chest every time she thought about it.
Perhaps she had no right to be angry or jealous because she had arranged all of this in the first place.
The ride back was silent. It wasnât until they parked in front of the hotel that either of them even looked at each other.
Sophia helped Marcus out of the car and into his wheelchair. He didnât refuse, nor did he thank her as usual. He was just silent and expressionless.
Sophia knew that what she had arranged today had upset Marcus. She didnât dare say anything else.
But deep inside, she felt a bit comforted. His anger showed that he didnât enjoy todayâs activities with that nurse.
Well, for now, sheâll just let Marcus vent. In a few days, she would try to appease him. After all, the doctor had successfully retrieved what she needed. As long as she could successfully conceive Marcusâs child, his attitude towards her would surely change.
While she was planning this in her mind, she pushed Marcus out of the elevator.
She wanted to take Marcus to greet her father first and then pick up Tristan, but Marcus refused to enter Thaddeusâ room. Citing physical discomfort as his reason, he asked her to fetch Tristan.
Considering the hardshipâ Marcus had endured today, Sophia didnât press him to greet his father. She nodded and walked in by herself.
When Sophia walked in, Thaddeus was sitting on the couch, puffing a cigar, and making a phone call with a frustrated expression.
Only after her father hung up did Sophia approach him. âDad, whatâs wrong? Havenât you found Bertha and Lea yet?â
Having been slapped by her father yesterday, Sophia decided to apologize to him first and deal with Bertha and Lea later, after securing her inheritance.
Thaddeus glanced at his eldest daughter. He didnât answer her question but instead asked, âYouâre back? Whereâs the cripple?â
Sophia didnât like her father referring to the man she loved in such a way. âDad, please donât call Marcus that! Heâs your son-in-law!â
Thaddeus snorted as he uttered out some scornful sarcasm. âHow did things go at the hospital? Does my precious son-in-law still have any manliness left?â
Sophia frowned. âThe hospital was very professional. Everything has been taken care of. Dad, I beg you, can you show some respect to Marcus?â
Thaddeus glared at her. âRespect him? Has he ever respected me? He didnât even come in and greet his father-in-law. Why should I respect him?!â
Knowing that she couldnât reason with her father, Sophia sighed helplessly. âForget it, Dad. Youâre not in a good mood, so I wonât argue with you. Whereâs Tristan? Iâm here to take him home to Marcus; heâs not in a good mood either.â