The young nurse took a step back, her back breaking out in a cold sweat. She was truly frightened. Working at the hospital for so long, she had encountered angry people before, and had even dealt with several medical disturbances, but none had been as terrifying as this.
Because of the lack of rest, Hamish’s pupils were filled with many red bloodshot veins. Now ignited by anger, they looked congested.
The young nurse was thinking of finding an excuse to run away when she saw the man in front of her suddenly grin. But the smile only flickered across the corner of his mouth before disappearing again, his eyes still icy cold, making his whole face look hideous, like an evil ghost crawled out of hell coming to take a life.
The young nurse quickly took out her phone, pretending to be calm as she glanced at it. “Sir, go in and accompany your wife. I have something to do and must leave first. If you have an emergency, press the bell by the bedside.”
After saying that, she hurriedly fled from that place.
She thought to herself: It seems to be just as Dr. Baker said, Hamish does not care about Elisa at all. Otherwise, how could he not notice so many loopholes and easily judge Elisa’s “crime”?
She had to tell Dr. Baker about this as soon as possible, to avoid the patient getting hurt. Thinking about this, the young nurse ran even faster.
Hamish clenched the report in his hand. After a long time, he pulled the corner of his mouth and chuckled lowly, the chill in the air growing sharper.
He pushed open the door to the hospital room. It looked gentle but his hand gripping the door handle was white at the knuckles, bulging blue veins on top.
Hearing the sound, Elisa glanced over. When she saw Hamish’s face as calm as still water, she couldn’t help but shiver.
Her intuition told her that Hamish was suppressing his anger. After all, having been with Hamish for so many years, she was very clear about his temperament. But why was he angry?
She looked him up and down and finally stopped on the stack of papers in his hand. She had good eyesight and could vaguely see the words “medical record.” Thinking for a bit, she understood. It seems the fake medical record Micah made, he believed it.
Elisa opened her mouth, “Is my dad’s matter resolved?”
“Other than your dad, is there anything else you want to say to me?” Hamish took three big steps and was at Elisa’s bedside.
“Anything else to say?” Elisa looked at him puzzledly. Then as if thinking of something, she exclaimed in realization, “When are we getting a divorce?”
Hamish’s gaze grew even darker. Elisa glanced away, looking at the ceiling, the corner of her mouth curled in an imperceptible mocking smile. “Hamish, you can’t possibly think that our nominal marriage can still coexist peacefully?”
“You got my dad put in jail, bankrupted the Powell family, publicly humiliated me, damaged all my pride, made me kneel in front of the media, and almost got me killed in surgery.” Elisa listed it one by one. Although she said it to provoke Hamish, her heart still ached terribly.
Elisa’s eyes reddened involuntarily. Not wanting Hamish to see, she closed her eyes.
Seeing her attitude, Hamish thought she didn’t want to look at him and was determined to divorce him. What Hamish hated most in his life was being coerced, toyed with, and deceived.
Yet Elisa had done it all, repeatedly testing his tolerance line. He stared at Elisa’s pale face, no longer feeling any pity in his heart.
Elisa lied about having late-stage stomach cancer, it must be to divorce him. But he was determined not to let her have her way.
Since she was the one who proposed marriage in the first place, she can’t decide on a divorce now. Even if it kills him, he would keep her tied to his side. It’s irrelevant to feelings, just nominal.