Matthew followed me back to the hospital room.

I ignored him, so he quietly tucked the blanket around me.

Seeing the bruises on the back of my hand, he brought a warm towel and gently applied it to my hand.

I yanked my hand away, but he only paused for a few seconds before, despite my resistance, forcefully wrapping my hand in his.

"I didn't know you had surgery, and I didn't know you called. Robert answered the phone and deliberately hung up and deleted the call logs."

"Does it matter?" I looked at him coldly. "I told you, if you left me, we'd get divorced. Matthew, I'm not like...