Mi esposo, un bello durmiente By Lyanna Nichols CapÃtulo 73 Estaba enojado Alston tenÃa un aura peligrosa persistente por todo su cuerpo . A pesar de que era su hijo biológico , Stella no pudo evitar retroceder unos pasos . _ _ Ella le gritó en estado de shock e ira a Alston : â ¡Soy tu madre ! ¡ No me crees ! ¿ Crees que puse veneno en la medicina ? _ Si algo le pasa a ella , ¿no serÃa yo el primero en sospechar ? ¿ Soy tan estúpido ?â
â Es más , yo también lo tenÃa . ¡ Si quisiera lastimar a Cynthia , no me lastimarÃan a mà también ! â
Cynthia bajó la cabeza . Su flequillo cayó , bloqueando todas sus expresiones . Si no fuera por el Sr. Lange , ella podrÃa pensar lo mismo . Después de todo , era demasiado sencillo y estúpido .
El Sr. Lange dijo que después de tomar la medicina , ella no podrÃa concebir en el futuro , e incluso una _ examen general no encontrarÃa la razón . _ _ If it werenât for the prescription record sent by Mr. Langeâs teacher, even he would not be able to see through it.
Alston was impatient, âSave it! Why donât you just give me the prescription? Iâll have someone check it out, and everything will be revealed.â
Stella ran into her room. After about two minutes, she came out and threw a prescription to Alston, âHere!.â
She looked sincere. Cynthia knew she had given Alston the other prescription.
âGive me the medicine dregs, too.â Alston took the prescription and said.
Stella took a deep breath, her chest heaving continuously as if she were enduring something. She called the maid, and ordered, âBring the medicine dregs to Alston.â
The maid paused for a moment. Then she saw Stella winking at hers, and she immediately understood. She went to the kitchen and brought out a pack of medicine dregs.
Cynthia sneered silently, and suddenly stood up and said, âI need to change. Iâm going to be late for work.â
âIâll accompany you!â Alston followed behind her, and they came back to the bedroom.
Stella looked at them leaving and smiled viciously. The maid was a little worried. She whispered next to her, âWill he find out anything?â
Stella glanced at her indifferently, âAs long as you donât tell, he wonât be able to find out.â
The maid was taken aback by her words and quickly shrank her neck. She was scared.
If she had known it was such a torment, she shouldnât have helped make the medicine back then. Now she was involved, too.
As long as they backed to the bedroom, Cynthia rushed to the bathroom to vomit.
Alston understood immediately. He followed her into the bathroom.
Cynthia had already vomited out the medicine and was rinsing her mouth. When she raised her head, she saw Alston in the mirror. His face was pale and his eyes were dark.
Her heart skipped a beat. He was angry.
âHoney...â She said.
Alston interrupted her, âHow long have you been taking this medicine? Donât lie to me.â
âHalf a month.â Cynthia pursed her lips. Her face was pale from vomiting, and her eyes were full of tears. She looked pathetic.
Alstonâs eyes became colder, and the voice was cold, âYou knew there was something wrong with this medicine, and you took it for half a month? Are you insane?â
Cynthia quickly explained, âAfter I saw through her scheme, I immediately asked Mr. Lange to prescribe an antidote. It will be fine.â
Seeing that he was still angry, she was a little aggrieved, âIf I donât take it, she will find a new way to harm me. At least I know what she is doing this time.â
âHa, how clever you are!â Alston sneered, âWhat harm does this medicine do to the human body?â
âItâs...â Her eyes dodged. Under Alstonâs persuasive gaze, she finally said, âIt may lead to lifelong infertility.â
Alston grabbed her wrist heavily. Cynthia groaned in pain and clenched her teeth.
Seeing her painful expression, Alston let go of her hand, and there were red marks on her wrist.
âStupid! You are a doctor and know how horrible it can be, but you still take it!â
Cynthia lowered her head. She knew it was dangerous, but she took the antidote afterward. Why was he so angry?
Alston was too angry, and he smiled, âYou havenât even thought about telling me in the past half a month. Iâm afraid you havenât trusted me!â
Cynthia raised her head suddenly, âWhy do you think so? You were busy with work these days. How can I bother you with trivial things...â
âYou still think itâs a trivial matter?!â Alston sneered. Before leaving, he took away the documents on the bedside table and looked deeply at Cynthia, âDonât come to me until you figure out how stupid you are!â
Cerró fuertemente la puerta y se fue .
Cynthia se quedó inexpresiva frente a la ventana , observando cómo se alejaba su auto . ella estaba triste _ Ella no sabÃa que lo que habÃa hecho estaba mal . Ella simplemente no querÃa molestarlo . _ _ Because Ivan was put in prison, Uncle Clare was in a bad mood. He caused a lot of trouble in the company.
Alston and Greg often stayed in the study until late at night. When she fell asleep, he was still awake. When she woke up, he had left already.
Because of lack of sleep, the fundus of his eyes was slightly black and blue. He had had enough.
Cynthia didnât want to bother him with her things. She wanted to solve problems by herself, but not rely on him all the time.
She wanted to face difficulties and challenges with him together.
But he didnât understand her painstaking efforts at all. He just yelled at her.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. Her nose was sore and tears welled up. She tried to hold back her tears until her eyes turned red.
She wiped her eye fiercely, feeling that she was worthless.
She was supposed to be tough and strong.
She changed her clothes and went downstairs. Stella sat on the sofa and looked at her gloatingly. She had just heard Alston slam the door and leave. Then she saw Cynthiaâs red eyes. She guessed they had a conflict, which made her feel relieved.
She said, âHey, you two had a quarrel in just a few minutes. It seems that your love is not very strong.â
Cynthia raised her eyes. There was no emotion in her eyes, just like Alstonâs. Stella trembled subconsciously.
âItâs normal for couples to have different opinions. You have been married for so many years, donât you understand?â
Stella was so angry. Cynthia ignored her and left.
She was in quite a bad mood when she got to the hospital. The coworkers didnât dare speak to her when they saw her gloomy face.
She came to Mr. Langeâs office. He had prepared the medicine and put it on the desk. When he saw her coming, he hurriedly greeted her.
âHurry up and take medicine. Why is it so late today? You need to take it quickly after you take the other one.â
Listening to his words, Cynthia was moved. She smiled sweetly, looking pleasing.
She took the medicine up and drank it. When she finished drinking, Mr. Lange immediately handed over a few pieces of candy âIt was bitter. Have some candy.â
Cynthia thanked him and put the candy into her mouth. The taste of the medicine was instantly dispelled by the sweetness.
Mr. Lange watched the gloom on her face dissipate, smiling, âThis is the last time.â
âThatâs right.â Cynthiaâs eyes were a little dazed. If it werenât for Mr. Lange, she probably wouldnât be able to have children anymore.
âItâs about time. It is too risky. Imagine your family knows about it. How worried they will be!â
Cynthia was stunned. She suddenly figured out everything.
Alston yelled at her because he was afraid and worried.
She felt sorry. It was her fault.
After she left Mr. Langeâs office, she kept thinking about his words. She decided to go to Alstonâs office after work to apologize to him. After going through so much together, they shouldnât be mad at each other. because of othersâ faults.
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