Chapter 2727 Keep Your Wife In Line
“Don’t overwork yourself then…” she said.
The pair exchanged a few more simple words before hanging up.
I have to figure some things out first. Larry placed his phone on the table then lit a cigarette as he pondered.
A long while later, he picked up his phone again and gave Della a call.
“Hello?” Her voice sounded rather weak.
He blew out a puff of smoke then asked softly, “Where are you?”
“The hospital,” she replied calmly, as if nothing had happened.
Upon hearing her reply, his body unconsciously trembled.
“Why are you in the hospital?” he asked, testing the waters.
“I was harmed by someone. My body’s not feeling good,” she replied plainly. However, anger had long risen in her heart. Damn you, Joan! I’d never have become like this if it weren’t for you!
“Harmed by who?” he asked. He put out his cigarette as he waited for a reply.
“Aren’t you asking the obvious? Just tell me why you’re looking for me,” she said impatiently.
“It’s nothing. I just wanted to ask when you’d be back.”
Go back? Why should I? What would I do back there? Watch you and that woman be affectionate? Or let myself be left alone with no one to care about me? What a joke!
“I don’t want to go back. Otherwise, when I really lose my life, I won’t even know how it happened,” she said, her voice mixed with some helplessness and inquiry.
Did Joan really hurt her? Larry clenched his fist tightly, feeling very uneasy. He was hollow-eyed and felt exhausted by the situation.
“How are you now?” he asked worriedly.
Of course, his concern was merely that of a friend’s.
“You don’t need to care about me. Just keep your wife in line!”
Her words left Larry feeling very uncertain.
“Della, tell me. Was it actually Joan who harmed you?” he asked anxiously.
“Why don’t you ask her? Will she dare to tell you the truth? Even if I speak the truth, you won’t believe me anyway. Am I wrong?” As soon as she was done, she immediately hung up the phone.
I clearly don’t have any place in his heart, but he still acts as though he cares about me. Della pounded on the hospital bed as she pressed her lips together. Her eyes started to well up with tears.
I’m clearly countless times better than Joan, but he gave me up for that woman!
Meanwhile, Larry, who had just been hung up on, looked at his phone as he was lost in thought.
Why did you do such a stupid, silly thing, Joan? He stared out the window, sighing with a look of helplessness on his face.
After a long time, he then slumped onto the table and closed his eyes…
The next day, sunlight shone through the windows into the office, bringing warmth.
Larry stretched as he woke up, yawned, then massaged his temples in an attempt to wake himself up.
“You’re awake?” Joan suddenly greeted softly as she walked in.
“Hm? Why are you here?” he asked, surprised to see her.
He hoped that she was not the person who harmed Della.
“You were working overtime last night. I was afraid you’d be hungry, so I made you breakfast,” she replied gently, placing the food on the table.
Larry was touched by her actions.
As usual, she’s so kind and considerate. But why would she do that to Della? He was still unable to figure it out.
“Have you eaten?” he asked caringly.
“Yeah. You should eat,” she replied with a smile.
Without raising his head to look at her, he ate, then asked testingly, “When you were overseas previously, did you go through everything by yourself?”
Why’s he suddenly asking me this? Although she raised her head at that question, Joan did not look directly at him.
