When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

I was standing at the doorway of the hospital room, feeling that something about Rachel was off, more than usual.

Clyde's sudden fainting spell was bizarre enough, but why would she, if she truly cared for him, prevent him from getting checked out?

After Warren spoke, Rachel seemed to freeze for a moment, then quickly masked it with a smile.

"I'm not stopping him, just worried. Since a check-up is necessary, let's go ahead," she said.

"But I hope it's not always about drawing blood; it's not good for the body."

She seemed all concerned for Clyde's well-being, and even Warren nodded in agreement.

But I caught a glimpse of worry in Rachel's eyes.

Then she saw me and quickly put on an indifferent face, edging closer to Clyde.

I couldn't quite figure out why she was anxious, but my mind started racing with possibilities.

Clyde didn't seem happy to see me. Spotting me at the door, his expression darkened.

"We're on the brink of divorce; no need to pretend you care," he said coldly.

"You're not well yourself, just lost a baby, you should rest instead of laying blame on me later."

the bone. Fenton looked like he wanted

usually this cutting; it wasn't that he couldn't be, he just

he truly disdained someone, he'd act on it, like how he dealt

scornful gazes,

even when it felt like my heart was being ripped out. But I didn't leave the hospital.

over Clyde's medical

"Any issues? Poisoning?"

me and I leaned in closer, just in

was lost amidst the medical

would've been in vain. He's not poisoned, all his indicators are fine, recovering well.

Warren puzzled was a

wanting to disrupt his train

about fifteen minutes of

or some toxic substance in perfume? Or food incompatibility, like eating

and I had seen on TV shows, only to

in some

of that

in the

tampering, but found nothing.

we can't force anything; maybe

psychological stress?"