Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

After the private doctor listened to what Stella had said, he replied, “Mrs. Conrad, Mr. Conrad’s condition is exacerbated by the infection of his injuries which worsened his cold. Rest assured that he’ll be fine once we get the infection under control.”

Stella frowned and asked, “Are you certain that he doesn’t need to go to the hospital?”

“No, no. There is no need to. But he needs to take the medicine as directed.” The doctor replied.

“He took the medicine yesterday afternoon and at night,” Stella answered.

The doctor exclaimed and said, “That’s strange. He should be getting better by right.”

He continued after a pause, “Mrs. Conrad, did you change his bandages this morning?”

“Er… not yet.” Mrs. Conrad replied guiltily.

“Then can you kindly change his bandages and then give him another dose of the medicine? If he doesn’t get better in a couple of hours, I’ll make a trip over.” The doctor said.

Stella heaved a sigh and replied, “Okay, I’ll do that.”

Stella ended the call and left to cook some porridge when it did not appear that Clarence was about to wake up.

She filled the pot with water and left it on the stove before going over to the washing machine to do some laundry. Thereafter, she tidied the living hall and when she was emptying the trash, she noticed some pills inside the trash can.

Stella squatted next to the trash can and then carefully picked up the pills inside the trash can. Then she went to compare them with the medicine that the doctor prescribed for Clarence.

True enough, they were identical. Stella frowned immediately and tightly clenched her fists.

…

In fact, Clarence was already awake when Stella called the doctor. He laid on the bed with his eyes wide open before shutting them when he heard the door opening.

Stella brought the medical box and sat beside the bed. She took out a pair of small scissors and began to cut the bandage on his arm. She was very precise and gentle in reapplying the ointment onto his wounds.

Suddenly, Clarence grunted in pain.

softly,

looked at her, and asked, “What are you

and reapplying the ointment.” Stella relaxed the tension on the bandage and continued, “Look

lips and asked,

you awake? Since you had already given up hope on your arm, let’s

Clarence was speechless.

it was not bleeding. She continued to bandage the wound and

on the bed and started to rub his temples. A moment later, Stella returned with a bowl of porridge, placed it on the bedside table,

shut, he picked

placed the tray on the table and sat opposite her and

head, “Thanks to you,

and scooped some

“Yes.” She replied.

the doctor say?” He

asked me to prepare to die if I don’t take

the trash can and frowned. She had discovered

eat while Clarence kept

quietly without speaking a word. After the meal, Stella washed her dishes and went to the sofa to take her medicine. Likewise, Clarence sat beside her with a glass of water and picked up his medicine from the coffee table.

a glass of water. After that, Clarence turned towards her and

then looked away

was gradually becoming heavier and it was gloomy outside. It was an excellent day to sleep at home.

saw this and walked over to Stella. He knelt beside

There was no reply.

gently pinched her nose and she reflexively frowned and swatted his hand but remained asleep. It looked like she was truly

up, picked her up in his arms, and positioned her onto the bed. She was in deep sleep due to the cold medicine and did

her with the blanket, laid beside her,

grabbed his waist and then snuggled in his embrace and

on her forehead and closed his

…

to get out of bed. She stretched herself