In the hospital room, Maxwell was propped up in bed on the phone. Hearing a noise, he looked up


    and his gaze quickly swept over Rosemary, his brows suddenly furrowing, "Archer called you?"


    Rosemary rolled her eyes in exasperation, "He said you were kicking the bucket and wanted me to


    come sign a DNR so we could get you cremated."


    She walked in and sat down on the stool next to his bed. She had asked the doctor on her way


    through and learned that his stomach spasms were caused by drinking on an empty stomach. Once


    they subsided, he''d be good to go.


    Maxwell tossed his now silent phone onto the nightstand, "I''m starving."


    Rosemary stared at him for a few seconds, and then resignedly whipped out her phone to order


    takeout. She just wanted to get this lord and master fed ASAP so they could both go their separate


    ways. She did not want Archer calling her back after she got home.


    She still had some pride left.


    Maxwell''s gaze fell on her, his tone indifferent, "By the time the delivery gets here, I might be back in


    the ER for another round of resuscitation. Is this really how you take care of the sick?"


    The medicine had eased the feeling in his stomach, like two hands tearing at him, but it hadn''t


    completely gone away. It still throbbed now and then.


    Rosemary red at him fiercely before standing up abruptly and heading for the door without a


    word.


    Maxwell frowned, "Wait, where are you off to?"


    "Buying dog food." She bit out spitefully, her voice heavy with resentment, "Gotta feed the dog."


    Behind her, it seemed like the man chuckled, but Rosemary was already out the door and didn''t


    catch it clearly.


    Following Archer''s instructions, she went downstairs and bought a bowl of lean meat porridge


    without green onions, handing it over and urging, "Eat up and then head back."


    Maxwell on the bed didn''t react, looking like he had fallen asleep. His back was to her, so Rosemary


    couldn''t see his face. After hesitating for a few seconds, she leaned in to check.


    Brows furrowed tight, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips andplexion were


    pale with a hint of blue.


    He wasn''t asleep; he was in severe pain! Rosemary hesitated for a few seconds, her voice tense


    and unintentionally anxious, "Maxwell, is your stomach hurting again? I''ll call the doctor."


    There was a call button for the doctor''s office right above the bed, which she pressed, and the


    doctor arrived quickly.


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    After the check-up, he pressed down on a spot just above the kneecap on the outer front side of


    Maxwell''s thigh, three fingers'' breadth from the bone, and told Rosemary, "Massage this acupoint, it


    can help relieve stomach pain. He just had his meds, so it''s not good for him to take more right now.


    You could press here or rub his stomach to help ease the pain a bit."


    So now she had to y masseuse after getting him food?


    The doctor saw her unmoved and apparently indifferent, his voice even sterner, "Are you his family?


    The patient is in agony, and you''re just standing there watching?"


    Rosemary snapped back to reality, apologizing seriously, "Sorry, I''m his wife, but usually it''s his


    mistress who do this kind of thing. I''m not familiar with it. Where should I press again? Doctor, could


    you show me one more time?"


    The doctor had only meant to scold her out of professional obligation, never expecting to unearth


    such a scandal. For a moment, his gaze towards Maxwell changed.


    He coughed awkwardly, straightened up, and withdrew his hand, "Actually, you don''t have to press;


    the medicine should take effect soon, and the pain will ease off."


    After the doctor left, Maxwell gritted his teeth and asked, "You did that on purpose, didn''t you?"


    Rosemary raised an eyebrow at him, "Can''t let Victoria have all the fun."


    Maxwell''s stomach ache subsided in the wee hours, and although Rosemary was dead tired, she


    still managed toplete the discharge procedures.


    Public hospitals couldn''tpare to private ones in terms offort: the beds were small, the


    curtains thin, and she was particr about her sleeping arrangements. Having stayed up most of


    the night and wanting to sleep in the next day was a no-go in the hospital.


    This time she didn''t dare abandon Maxwell halfway. Who knew what trouble he might stir up next!


    The next day, as Rosemary was just waking up, she was startled by Ynda''s magnified face


    looming over her. She scrambled backward before recognizing the intruder and slumping back onto


    the bed with a scowl, "What are you doing? You nearly scared the living daylights out of me this


    early in the morning."


    Ynda, sitting on the bed''s edge, sneered at her, "You''ve got some nerve! Who scared whom? I


    called you a million times and you didn''t pick up. I thought you''d gone off to be with him in the


    afterlife or something! Look at the time, will you? ''Early in the morning''? More like ghost o''clock for


    you."


    Still groggy, Rosemary instinctively reached for her phone, asking, "What afterlife?"


    She had set her phone to silent the night before. The screen showed a couple of missed calls from


    Ynda, and checking the time, it was almost 4 p.m.


    Ynda scornfully continued, "Maxwell must''ve been such a jerk that even God couldn''t stand it. He


    ended up in the hospitalst night, and as soon as the news broke this morning, Victoria swooped in


    with her nutritional goodies to y theforting angel. Not only did Maxwell let her in, but they


    also spent hours alone together. Who knows what they got up to in there; probably made a baby!"


    Although a tad exaggerated, it seemed about right. Still not satisfied, Ynda warned, "If you even


    think of going back to him, I''ll find ways to grind any trace of lovesickness out of you."


    Rosemary worried Ynda might sprain her eyelids from all the eye-rolling. Speechless, Rosemary


    changed the subject, "How did you know I live here?"


    She hadn''t told anyone about her move.


    "I ran into Martin at an auction a while back. He told me." Ynda got angry just mentioning


    Victoria, poking Rosemary, "You had nowhere to stay and didn''t think to reach out to me? If I hadn''t


    bumped into Martin by chance, were you nning on bunking under a bridge?"


    Martin only mentioned that Rosemary was homeless, not why, but Ynda could guess - it was


    surely some devilry by that boundless scoundrel Maxwell.


    "Good thing I met him, or else I wouldn''t have known where to find you with you suddenly off the


    grid."


    Rosemary got up to freshen herself up, "How''d you get in here?"


    "Oh, these swanky apartments? Thendlords always got a master key." Arms crossed, Ynda


    leaned casually against the bathroom doorframe, "Anyway, I dug up some dirt on Stacey. She''s not


    just some bigwig at Ster Group; she''s also a shareholder, and she''s got a pretty fat slice of the


    pie. Think about it. Your dad bolted with nothing but debt up to his eyeballs, didn''t strike gold abroad


    or anything. So where do you think Stacey''s getting the cash for this investment, huh?"