Chapter 2

I lay on my side on the bed, quietly watching the birch trees outside the window.

Footsteps approached the door, different from the usual sound of the nurse's walk.

I turned my head to see Jarrod slowly entering, placing the flowers he brought on the bedside table.

I stared at him with a blank expression.

I had been hospitalized for a month. After the car accident, I only saw him rushed briefly to take the blood plasma, and he hadn't appeared since then.

It was the nurse doing rounds who thought I was pitiful and helped me find a caregiver.

Meanwhile, my husband was busy taking care of another woman.

Three days after the miscarriage, when I could finally get out of bed, I wanted to confront Jarrod. As I reached the door, I overheard the nurses gossiping about Jarrod Smith and Sylvia Ford at the nurse's station.

"What's the deal between Sylvia and Dr. Smith? He doesn't even care about his own wife, yet he's off taking care of another woman."

"What else could it be? She's probably the mistress. Didn't you see how she flirts with Dr. Smith? She's really good at pretending to be innocent."

"The most pitiful one is Dr. Smith's wife. She just lost her child, and now her husband too. Sigh."

"Who would have thought Dr. Smith could be such a jerk."

"How many men are actually decent?"

I didn't listen to the rest.

Fueled by resentment, I dragged myself to Sylvia's hospital room.

She was in a private luxury hospital room.

Standing at the door, I saw through the window that Jarrod was feeding her soup.

Sylvia pouted, pushing the spoon away, and Jarrod blew on it before bringing it back to her lips.

I had never seen him so attentive to me.

Considering his busy schedule of facing countless patients every day, I never let him do housework. And yet I turned out to be the fool.

The tenderness on Jarrod's face pierced my eyes.

I turned back to my room.

"Katie, the loss of the child was an accident. Don't be too sad. We can have another one in the future." Jarrod held my hand, pulling me back to reality.

Looking at his unapologetic face, I sneered and shook off his hand. "You call it an accident? You clearly let it happen."

If I had the strength, I wished I could shake some sense into him.

"I begged you so much, yet you refused to save our child. That was your child too!" I really couldn't understand why he was so heartless, ignoring the life of even his own child.

And he was so gentle with other people's children.

Jarrod looked frustrated and shouted, "What could I do? Sylvia needed a transfusion too. I couldn't just watch her die."

"So you let your child die instead." I said with a bitter smile.

Jarrod covered his face. "I didn't mean to harm the child. I thought there was time, but the ambulance with the blood plasma got stuck in traffic."

I didn't want to hear Jarrod's explanations. Just as I was about to tell him to leave, his phone rang.

"Hello."

Having spent most of his time in the noisy outpatient clinic, Jarrod was used to setting the volume to maximum, so I clearly heard a woman on the other end, whining about waking up and not seeing him, saying she was scared and asking him to hurry back.

After hanging up, Jarrod got up, took a couple of steps, then turned back to me. "There's an emergency patient. I have to go to work. Take care of yourself."

With that, he quickly left.

I swept the flowers he brought to the floor.

I would rather he hadn't explained with such lame lies to deal with me.