Chapter 120
Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey
Chapter 120 Letâs Get Divorced, Nicholas (1)
Nancy promptly stopped sobbing and looked up while she frantically wiped her tears away when she heard the door slide open.
However, she forgot about the blood on her hands that came from the bloody blade. Thus, her face was now smeared with blood.
The streaks of blood stood out on her face. She looked extremely frightening from afar.
Nicholas was horrified when he saw blood on Nancyâs face. He hastily rushed over and held her face between his hands as he frantically asked, âWhat happened, Nancy? Why is there so much blood on your face?â
âIâm fine. Nancy coldly shoved him away.
âLook at all the blood youâve lost. How can you say youâre fine?â
âItâs not my blood.â
Still, Nicholas insisted on bending over and carrying Nancy over to the bed. Then, he carefully wiped the streaks of blood from her face with a warm towel that was soaked with hot water.
He only breathed a sigh of relief when he was certain all of the blood was gone and she wasnât hurt.
When he looked down, he realized her feet were bleeding as tiny drops of blood dripped on the floor.
He was so shocked that he swiftly lifted her feet to discover a few shards of glass embedded in the bottom of her feet. His heart clenched in pain at the sight. His brows were deeply furrowed as he carefully looked at her injuries. âThis is serious.â
Then, he continued to raise her feet up with gentle hands.
Drops of blood were still dripping from her feet.
âI donât need you to do this. Her eyes remained as frosty as ever. There was not an ounce of warmth to be found in them.
âStay still. Donât move.â
He then turned to grab the first-aid kit.
Subsequently, he grabbed her feet with one hand while he picked out the glass shards from her feet with the tweezers in his other hand after wearing a pair of sterile gloves.
The larger shards were easier to extract. He only needed to grab them with the tweezers. The tiny pieces that were long and thin were the worst. They were hard to find and were deeply embedded 1/5 into Nancyâs fiesh.
The pain was unbearable.
Nonetheless, in Nancyâs opinion, the pain was nothing compared to the pain she felt during the car crash.
She gritted her teeth and kept her gaze trained on the scene outside the window to forcefully keep herself from hissing in pain.
Alas, the more she forced herself to seem strong, the more distressed Nicholas became.
He looked up and gently gazed at her. âScream if it hurts. You might feel better.â
She shook her head. âI would definitely be shouting if doing that can actually stop the pain. Thereâs no point screaming, though.
It still hurts. Since shouting wonât reduce the pain, thereâs no need to do something so worthless.â
She did not want to waste her time doing something that wouldnât benefit her any longer.
âThis is the last shard. Itâs quite deep. Hang on for just a little longer,â he warmly reassured her.
She did not say a word and merely listened.
When the pain shot up her legs, she clenched her hands around the bedsheet as she scowled and bit her lips.
She forced herself to swallow the scream that was about to tumble out of her lips.
By the time the shard was out, her face was covered in sweat. Her top was also soaked with sweat due to the pain.
Once he was certain there were no more glass shards left on her feet, he knelt by her side as he treated and dressed her wounds.
For a moment, the sensation of thick layers of bandages on her feet caused her to space out. Nevertheless, she soon snapped back to her senses. âThank you!â
She knew when to be grateful and when she should be angry.
Since he had cleaned and dressed her wounds, he deserved her thanks.
From now on, she should continue being polite to him. She knew full well that she could not continue acting the way she had in the past.
After she leaned back on the bed, he sat down by her side to take care of her.
âAre you thirsty? Do you want some water?â he asked.
She shook her head.
2/5 âHungry? Do you have any cravings? Iâll have someone get you something.â
She continued to shake her head without saying a word.
Silence reigned in the room. They could have heard a pin drop.
Just when he thought she was going to remain silent the entire time, she suddenly spoke up.
âNicholas?â
âAre you hungry?â He felt a surge of adrenaline upon hearing her voice.
She shook her head and calmly said, âI have something I wish to discuss with you.â
âOkay. What is it?â
âLetâs get divorced.â
Those three words were incredibly hard to utter. Those words that had always seemed so impossibly heavy and painful... Yet, Nancy was finally able to say them.
She thought it would have been even more difficult than whatever this was.
However, when she made the declaration, she suddenly realized it was not as hard as she thought it would be.
True. Why did she think it would be challenging? It was a simple sentence that was created by linking three words together.
When she finally said it, she felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
What she didnât expect was a dead silence that would fall in the room as soon as she finished speaking.
It was a terrifying silence.
âI said, letâs get divorced, Nicholas,â she resolutely repeated herself while staring at his face.
Finally, he lifted his chin and gazed into her eyes with a pair of black, inquisitive eyes. âI heard you, Nancy.â
âBut I wonât agree to this,â his response shattered the last shred of fantasy in her heart.
He disagreed?
What right did he have to do that?
Was this not what he had been waiting for, scheming for since the moment they were married?
This was great, was it not? His dreams had come true. Should he not be cheering in joy?
3/5 âI canât think of any reason you might have to object to a divorce,â she retorted.
âIâll repeat myself one more time, Nancy. I do not agree to a divorce,â he enunciated each word firmly and slowly. His clear voice echoed in her ears.
âWhy?â she queried.
He did not respond.
From then on, Nancy continued to rest and recover in the hospital while Nicholas stayed by her side.
Although they occupied the same room, they were practically strangers.
Everything he offered was rejected without hesitation by Nancy.
If he poured her a glass of water, she refused to even take a sip out of the glass.
If he ordered food for her, she refused to touch it.
Any fruits he bought would remain untouched.
She even refused to waste another moment speaking to him.
When she was bored and had nothing to do, she would lean back on the back while staring out the window. Occasionally, tears could be seen rolling down her cheeks.
The baby was gone. Her heart seemed to have died with it.
No one else knew just how ecstatic she had been when she found out about the pregnancy. She had felt the babyâs heartbeat and dreamed of the babyâs birth. In her mind, everything was absolutely perfect.
The baby was why she did not despair when Madelline taunted her.
The baby was also why she did not despair when Nicholas refused to love her.
That was because she had her babyâs support. Her baby was her hope and strength. She had been looking forward to her babyâs birth ever since she discovered its existence.
Alas, that support was gone with the wind. All she had been hoping had slipped through her grasp.
Five days later, Nancy was discharged from the hospital.
While she had been hospitalized for a few days, there was no way she could fully recover from a miscarriage and car crash in just five days.
It was 8.00AM by the time she was discharged. He had specially bought a bouquet of roses before arriving at the hospital to pick her up.