Chapter 399 Wife, why are you out of bed?
The head doctor among them spoke again, "The patient vomited a lot of blood before and currently needs a blood transfusion. Please keep an eye on her, and inform us when she wakes up."
Oliver remained silent, simply nodding.
Soon, Abigail was pushed out, receiving a blood transfusion. Her complexion appeared extremely pale.
He followed along into the ward, and after the nurse gave some instructions, she left.
Inside the ward, it was so silent that they could hear their hearts beating.
Oliver stayed by her side without saying a word, his slender fingers caressing her cheek. "Wife, I'm sorry. For the sake of...”
"Finding the person behind the scenes, but I have to let you suffer for two more days."
"When you feel better, I will definitely tell you about this. You can blame or hit me."
"Promise me, no matter what happens, don't leave me."
Although she may not be able to hear these words, Oliver still wants to say them to her.
He only feels safe when she is by his side.
Following this, he talked a lot about their relationship in front of Abigail's bed, and when he mentioned happy moments, a faint smile would appear on his face.
But this smile would only last for a second before fading away quickly.
After a long time, the ward fell into tranquility. The blood had been transfused, and Abigail's complexion gradually improved.
After notifying the nurse to remove the needle, Oliver held her hand tenderly.
When Abigail woke up, she saw Oliver sitting at the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
When he noticed her moving, Oliver snapped out of his trance.
Excited to see that she had opened her eyes, Oliver's face immediately lit up, and he said, "Darling, you're finally awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Are you better now?"
His care and worry, when reaching Abigail, felt like a warm sun shining upon her, warming her heart.
She shook her head lightly, "I'm fine, just a bit weak."
As she spoke, she tried to sit up with the support of her hands.
Seeing this, Oliver immediately picked up a pillow and placed it behind her back, helping her sit up.
Wanting to speak, Abigail's weak voice came out, "Honey, don't frown, it doesn't look good at all."
"Okay, I won't frown."
Oliver was obedient.
"And, if something really happens to me, promise me that you'll live well."
At this moment, Abigail felt it was the most fitting thing to say.
Moreover, she felt that this time, she might not make it through and just wanted to clarify some things she wanted to say.
Upon hearing this, Oliver became angry instantly.
His face darkened.
He directly rejected her, saying, "Didn't you promise me that you would stay strong no matter what? Don't you believe in your husband's ability? I told you, nothing will happen to you."
"Don't think about it anymore, do you hear me?"
"Honey, calm down and listen to me." How could Abigail not know that all his emotional changes were because of her?
"You keep saying things that I don't want to hear, how can I stay calm?" Oliver tightly held her hand. "Remember what you promised me. If you dare to leave me, I guarantee that I will follow you."
"Without you, my life would be meaningless."
To prevent Abigail from speaking recklessly, Oliver had no choice but to threaten her.
Seeing that he remained unyielding, Abigail felt helpless as well.
She sighed, "You should consider the bigger picture."
"Anyway, you mustn't think too much. Can you trust me?"
"Fine."
Let it be as fate dictates.
She also wants to live, but the previous bout of illness she suffered was in no way at all pleasant...
The feeling made her wish she were dead.
She could hear all the sounds outside, but she couldn't open her eyes.
She didn't plan on telling Oliver about these feelings, she would bear them alone.
"That's good, I'll call a doctor," Oliver said.
After speaking, Oliver pressed the bedside bell.
Because the doctors had always been concerned about Abigail's condition, as soon as they heard the bell, they all rushed in.
They began conducting various examinations on Abigail.
After the check-up, they didn't find any major issues and left.
Their current task was to find a way to save Abigail as soon as possible, or else Oliver, with his temper, would surely tear them apart.
After the doctor left, Oliver said, "Did you hear that? The doctor said you're fine."
"Yes, I heard," Abigail nodded.
Oliver said, "So, don't overthink things."
"Okay."
She didn't want to hear those unpleasant words, so Abigail didn't say anything more.
She would follow his intentions and let fate take its course.
If heaven wanted her to die in the third watch, then she wouldn't live until the fifth watch.
Although she felt so reluctant, she had to accept the reality.
"Are you hungry?" Oliver asked.
"Yes," Abigail nodded, "I want to drink some porridge."
"Alright, I'll order it to be sent over from the villa," Oliver said gently.
"No!" Abigail refused.
Oliver looked puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"Can you personally cook it for me? I haven't tasted your cooking yet," Abigail said playfully.
Upon hearing her words, Oliver was silent for two seconds, then nodded, "No problem, you lie down in the meantime, I'll go cook the porridge."
"If it's not tasty, don't blame me."
As long as she wanted it, he would do his best.
As for Abigail's thoughts, she just wanted to give Oliver something to do.
That way, he wouldn't have as many distracting thoughts.
Thinking about it, Oliver was quite pitiful, having encountered such a troublesome woman like her.
If he hadn't met her, maybe he would still be living freely now?
Perhaps it was destined for him to experience this calamity.
Watching the busy man working for her, Abigail's lips curved into a beautiful smile.
The high and mighty man was willing to personally cook for her.
Such a perfect man was truly rare.
Gazing at him, she became lost in her thoughts.
She lifted the blanket and got out of bed, put on her shoes, and walked slowly towards Oliver. Seeing his proficient manner, Abigail couldn't help but be curious.
She asked, "It seems like you've done this a lot."
Hearing her voice, Oliver stopped what he was doing and said, "Wife, why did you get out of bed? Are you okay?"
"Do I look like someone with a problem?" Abigail retorted.
"You're really fine?" Oliver observed her up and down.
"Yes," she nodded, "Right now, I'm no different from a normal person."
She didn't want Oliver to know that she felt dizzy.
Oliver is a smart man. How could he not know that Abigail was saying all this just to ease his worries? Since she had already said it, he wouldn't ask any further.
"What about the place where you got burned? Does it hurt?"
"It hurts." Abigail raised her hand. "Look, it's all red."
"Fortunately, the soup didn't spill at that time, otherwise it would have been worse," Abigail pouted, showing how much it hurt.
Oliver rarely saw her so adorable. He had to admit that he liked her even more like this.