Facade of Love

Chapter 213 Reckoning Time

The phone kept buzzing, and after a moment’s hesitation, I answered. “Hello?” I greeted, my voice tinged with a formal distance.

Silence. I was about to assume the caller got the wrong number when a man’s voice, cool and sharp, cut through the quiet, “I’m not doing so well.”

His tone was so off that I could tell something was really wrong, even through the phone.

I was momentarily speechless, unsure of what had happened. “What’s… what’s the matter?” I asked tentatively.

Was he actually remembering how he made a fool of himself last night? Maybe he was gearing up to corner me, warning me to keep quiet about his less–than–graceful moments by acting all cold and threatening?

I racked my brain for a bit before his annoyed voice broke through, “Yvette, I’m at the hospital.”

Wait, what?

How did his being under the weather have anything to do with me?

“Grandma’s getting out of the hospital today. Are you going to pick her

hear his icy scoff through the phone, “You’re pretty good at changing the subject. Last night, you took advantage of my drunken state to ‘murder your husband.‘ I’ve just left the exam room, and guess what?

A concussion?

But last night was fine…” I had made sure he got home safely.

me pushing him into the door frame where he might

worried, but he did not seem to show any signs of injury afterward and just slept like a log. I figured

‘all fine‘?” His voice was low and not too friendly on the other end.

replied, “So, how much do you remember about

he said, “I barely remember a thing, Yvette. Right now, I’m the one asking the questions,

we said goodbye to Mr. Lowry and the crew, you kinda spaced out on the way home. You got this sudden craving for something sweet and made me go get it. I left you in the

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retriever, and right there was this black dog, maybe her buddy. I’m not sure what their deal was, but you were all fired up, telling me the

I accidentally hurt him. If he started grilling me