On a winter morning, the warm sunlight shone through the glass and projected onto the white hospital bed.
Marie sat at the head of the bed, staring blankly at the dark yellow sycamore trees outside the window, her stomach reacting, and the pain lasted all night, making her unable to sleep.
"Click"
Sarah pushed the door open and sat on the hospital bed, reaching out to touch Maries cheek: "My dear sister, does your face still hurt from being slapped by Ethan yesterday? Let your sister take a look."
Sarahs sharp voice was nauseating, and Marie brushed away her hand, still looking out the window, annoyed, and didnt turn her head: "Get out, Im not in the mood to mess with people like you now."
"You see, you havent changed your stubborn temper since you were a child. If you beg me now, I might consider it and let Ethan be a little better to you in the last days of your life!"
Beg her? Marie wanted to laugh, and she said with fatigue: "Sarah, you are the most despicable woman I have ever seen!"
As soon as the voice fell, Ethan, who had just walked in after answering the phone, was so angry that he walked over and slammed the thermos cup in his hand on the table, his face flushed with anger, and scolded Marie: "Who are you calling despicable, try saying it again."
Although she had seen Ethans eyes full of hatred and anger for Sarah countless times, Maries heart would still ache uncontrollably.
This kind of pain cannot be stopped or ignored.
"Ethan, we agreed not to be angry, look, the soup has spilled." Sarah hurriedly picked up the thermos cup on the table, unscrewed the lid, and pretended to be gentle: "My sister is weak now and needs to drink some nutritious soup to make up for it."
As soon as she unscrewed the lid, the fishy smell inside rushed out, and Marie couldnt help but retch and spit out a few mouthfuls of sour water. The pain from her stomach made her forehead covered with a layer of fine sweat. She pushed away the soup that Sarah handed to her: "Are you done acting? If you are, get out of here!"
Ethan thought she was deliberately retching, and the anger in his eyes could not be restrained: "Marie, dont give you face and dont want it!"
"Marie, this soup is specially cooked for you by me early in the morning. If you dont drink it, dont act like this..." Sarah looked at the angry Ethan and deliberately pretended to be aggrieved, and then continued to pick up the spoon and directly send it to her mouth: "You should drink a little bit."
The pungent fishy smell completely made Maries stomach churn, and she vomited more severely. The pain in her stomach made her groan, and Marie pushed away the soup in Sarahs hand, covering her stomach and groaning.
"Ah - hot!" The soup overflowed and spilled on the back of Sarahs hand.
Ethan nervously held Sarahs white and delicate hand, then took away the thermos cup from her hand, and splashed it towards Marie, who was covering her stomach and looking ugly: "You are just having a miscarriage, and Ruoruo is already terminally ill and personally cooked soup for you. You are so unappreciative, why is the one with terminal illness her, not you!"
This man, after all, still hopes that she will die...
A sentence made Marie completely give up and despair.
It was like a hand reaching into the body and forcefully twisting, the internal organs were crushed, and the pain was intense.
Marie sat on the bed, allowing the soup to splash on her cheeks, the burning sensation branded red marks that ached, and her stomach kept churning, vomiting continuously.
She covered her aching stomach, lifted the messy hair that was still hanging on her cheeks with a bit of fish meat, and a pair of desperate and resentful eyes stared straight at Ethan protecting Sarahs back as she left...
Suddenly, a sweet taste surged in her throat, and the bright red blood dyed the white bedsheet, blossoming into a gorgeous and dazzling flower.
"Ethan, you wait for me!"