Unwanted Marriage: Honey, No More Divorce!

Chapter 688: Nosebleed

Sprawled on the floor, Mary’s words reverberated in Timothy’s head.

Her father had died because of them. Timothy’s vision blurred even more at that revelation.

He had never expected that so much had happened 30 years ago.

"Is that enough for you? Would you like to hear more?" Mary said, her eyes red. "The entire story would take me three days to tell."

"Sylvia..." Timothy’s voice trembled. He had opened and closed his mouth several times but simply could not find the words to say to Mary. In the end, he only managed to utter her name.

No words could make Mary feel better.

Mary did not feel sorry for the shuddering man at her feet at all.

She would never be able to forgive him for all the pain he put her through.

She had survived the darkest of days and no longer needed anyone.

His apology meant nothing to her at all.

"If you don’t want to hear anymore, get out. Scram." Mary’s voice was calm as she glared down at Timothy. freewёbnoνel.com

She was trying her best to keep her emotions in check. Reaching out, she slowly wiped the tears off her face.

Timothy did not leave immediately.

In the end, Mary did not manage to rein in her temper. She lashed out with another angry kick, screaming, "Scram!"

Timothy sat up slowly.

Kneeling before Mary again with his head lowered, he took a deep breath and repeated, "I’m sorry."

He knew the words held no weight. They did nothing to assuage the pain and suffering Mary had gone through.

However, that was all he could offer her now.

He knew Mary hated him to the core. He knew he did not have the right to ask for her forgiveness.

He did not deserve her forgiveness.

He got up from the floor and left.

Wendy and the others were waiting just outside the room. No one spoke when they saw Timothy come out.

Timothy walked toward Wendy. Overwhelmed, he closed his eyes, and tears streamed down his cheeks. "Corrine, take care of your mother. I can only repay what I owe you and your mother in my next life."

He then turned and strode away. The police officers accompanying him nodded at Wendy and followed him.

Michael and Wendy exchanged looks, helplessness mirrored in each other’s eyes.

Half the tragedy in Wendy’s life was caused by Timothy’s actions.

Wendy had sorely missed experiencing a father’s love and affection while she was growing up. There was no way he could make it up to her.

While she was thankful to Timothy for saving her daughter, she could not bring herself to forgive him.

Wendy entered the room and saw Mary standing miserably in the middle of the room. She looked lonely and helpless.

Approaching her mother slowly, Wendy called out, "Mom..." Mary took a deep breath and forced a smile. "I’m okay." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Wendy reached out and pulled her mother into a tight embrace. She said, "Mom, it’s okay to cry if you feel sad. You don’t have to hold it in. I’m all grown up now, and You can depend on me. You don’t have to shoulder everything by yourself anymore."

Mary had already successfully suppressed the urge to cry, but Wendy’s words seemed to have hit a nerve, and tears rolled down her face.

...

Wendy and Mary stayed in the room, caught in an embrace and crying for quite a while.

Michael stayed outside the room. He knew Mary would prefer to be left by herself at this time. It was best if Wendy and Mary had some time to process their emotions together.

When the sounds in the room had finally faded, Michael entered with Leah in his arms.

Wendy and Mary wiped the tears off their faces. Having cried and grieved, they could finally begin to put the past behind them.

Timothy would spend the rest of his life behind bars. It was what he deserved.

Leah was recovering and getting stronger day by day.

That day, after the doctor completed his regular checkup of Leah, he announced, "Leah is almost fully recovered. She can get discharged tomorrow."

"That’s wonderful news! Thank you!" Wendy was overjoyed.

The doctor smiled in acknowledgment and left the room.

Hugging Leah tightly, Wendy kissed her face. "We’ll be able to go home tomorrow.

Are you happy, Leah?"

Leah nodded, smiling. "Yes, I can play with Mark again!"

At the mention of Mark, Leah’s face fell. "Mark said he would visit me again, but he never came back after his mother brought him home that day."

Leah looked up at Wendy and asked, "Mommy, does Mark’s mother not like me?"

"That’s impossible. You’re so adorable. Everyone likes you," Wendy assured.

"Why does Mrs. Jeffreys not allow me and Mark to play together then?" Leah inquired further. "I’m sure Mark did not visit me because his mother told him not to."

"His mother might have thought he would disturb you by coming here since you were still recovering," Wendy consoled.

"Oh." Leah’s gloominess dissipated a little at Wendy’s words.

"Okay, let’s not dwell on that anymore. What else do you want to do other than play with Mark when you get discharged? Is there any place you would like to go or anything you feel like eating?" Wendy changed the topic.

"Hmm..." Leah cocked her head in thought. "I want to go to the amusement park, and I want that latest Barbie doll... you know, the really big one. I also want to eat ice cream, strawberry-flavored ice cream. I have not had ice cream in a long time!"

"We can go to the amusement park, and I can get you the doll, but I will have to check with the doctor regarding the ice cream. You can only have ice cream if the doctor says it’s okay, alright?" Wendy gently explained.

Leah nodded. "Okay."

The next day, while Mr. York dealt with the discharge at the hospital’s administration office, Michael and Wendy packed up Leah’s belongings.

Jake packed up his own belongings.

When Wendy was finished with Leah’s stuff, she helped Jake. Just as she turned to him, Jake suddenly dashed off.

"Jake?" confused, Wendy called out.

"Mommy, I need to go to the washroom!" Jake replied hastily as he ran into the washroom.

Wendy’s brows furrowed as she contemplated by the washroom door. Jake seemed a little anxious.

Once Jake entered the washroom, he quickly locked the door behind him. Standing in front of the mirror, the only thing he could see was his head.

He quickly grabbed some tissue from the counter and used it to clean the blood that was dripping from his nose.

He had been in a hurry to go to the washroom because his nose was bleeding.

...

This wasn’t his first nosebleed. It first started a few days ago and Jake had thought it was nothing to worry about. However, he had a nosebleed again the next day. The amount of blood increased, as did the frequency at which it happened each day.

His immune system might be showing signs of deterioration.

He had been worried that Wendy and Michael would be worried, so he had kept quiet about it. Whenever his nose bled, he would quietly clean himself up in secret.

He knew Milo was already working hard on making an antidote for the poison that was in them.

Before the antidote was ready, letting Wendy know about his nosebleeds would just increase her anxiety.

This time, however, there was so much blood; Jake could not stop the bleeding with the tissues at all. He was beginning to feel panicked.

The past few times, he had stuffed some tissues into his nose and the bleeding had stopped after a while when he applied pressure on his nose bridge.

Outside, Wendy and Michael had already finished packing up. Wendy noticed that Jake was still in the washroom.

Walking to the washroom door, Wendy knocked on it. "Jake, you’re not done yet?"

"Almost, Mommy. I’ll be out in a bit." Jake tried his best to calm himself and to make his voice sound normal.

Wendy grew more suspicious.

"This boy..." muttered Wendy. Looking down at the door handle, she noticed there were bloodstains on it.

She leaned down for a closer look. Reaching out to rub at the stain with her fingers, she then lifted her fingers to her nose for a sniff. It was definitely blood.

Why was there blood on the door handle? Was it Jake’s blood? Wendy felt a wave of panic sweep over her.

"Jake, Jake!" Wendy shouted while knocking anxiously on the door.

"Mommy, I’m coming out soon," Jake called out.

Wendy could not wait any longer and tried to open the door. However, Jake had locked it from the inside and all she could do was rattle the handle.

She knocked on the door urgently while calling out, " Jake, open the door. Open it now!"

Michael heard Wendy shouting and immediately approached her, asking, "What happened?"

"Blood. There’s blood on the door handle," explained Wendy. "It’s probably Jake’s.

He must be injured."

Michael immediately joined Wendy in knocking on the door. "Jake, open the door!"

In the washroom, Jake was trying his best to stop the flow of blood with the tissues.

However, no matter what he did, it would not stop.

Leah was getting discharged that day and his mother could finally relax. Was it his turn to be hospitalized?

Why did it have to get worse today of all days?

He did not want his mother to have to worry about him. Unfortunately, he really could not get the blood to stop flowing.

Outside, the knocking took on an increased note of urgency.

Michael called out, "Jake, if you don’t open the door now, I’m going to kick it in."

Jake knew he had no choice but to open the door. Going to the door, he unlocked and opened it.

Wendy was greeted by the sight of Jake covered in blood when the door opened. It was all over his clothes. She gasped in shock.

"Jake!" Wendy was almost out of her mind with fear. "Why is there so much blood?"

Jake’s voice was tinged with emotion. "Mommy..." He was afraid. Regardless of how smart he was, he was ultimately still just a six-year-old boy.

He understood what the poison was doing to his body.

The more he bled, the more severe his condition.

Without a word, Michael whipped out his cell phone and called Milo Lawrence.