Female Novel
Chapter 182 Sacrifice Our Marriage
Chapter 182 Sacrifice our Marriage
For Stefan, it was quite satisfying that Jimmy was willing to see him.
Martha, who was watching their interactions silently, had complicated feelings.
She thought Jimmy would care little about the toys that he already had, but...
He was still happy to receive them.
At that moment, it struck her that what was important was not whether he had the toys or not, rather, it
was who bought him the toys.
She could never give him the paternal love he needed.
The next minute, Jimmy's voice brought her back to reality.
"How about telling me a story?"
He said to Stefan, who was stunned. He didn't expect such a question.
Telling a story... was not easy for him.
After all, he had never done it before and had no idea how to do it.novelbin
Jimmy blinked in confusion.
Was it so difficult for him to tell a story?
Those disappointed eyes grasped Stefan's heart and he agreed without hesitation.
It was the first time that Martha had seen Stefan being so embarrassed. The corner of her mouth
curved up unwittingly.
Just like that, Mr. Harrison turned on his mode of telling a fairy tale in fits and starts.
He had never told a story before, but he was willing to try it for his kid.
After all, it was his responsibility.
Martha noticed the faint smile on Jimmy's face.
It had been his dream to hear his father telling him stories.
Now, it finally came true, though the story sounded rather weird.
She looked down at the time and left the ward, leaving private time for them to get familiar with each
other.
After all, the fact that they were father and son would never be altered.
It was almost dark. Martha was standing in the end of the hallway, watching the night cover the city.
Now that she gave it a thought, it was the fourth time Jimmy had met Stefan.
Jimmy made great effort to return home, and yet his father neglected him several times. Even adults
would be vexed in this situation, let alone a four-year-old child.
But tomorrow...
Thinking of Rhys, Martha had complicated feelings.
Half an hour later, Stefan got out of the ward.
When he saw Martha at the end of the corridor, his eyes were filled with softness and satisfaction.
Though the time he spent with Jimmy was not much, he felt their relationship much closer.
Jimmy was still reluctant to call him "daddy", but at least Jimmy was willing to see him, which warmed
his heart.
With a smile on his face, Stefan slowly approached Martha, "He's asleep."
Martha nodded. It was getting late. Now that Jimmy had fallen asleep, it was time for her to go home.
Realizing that she was about to leave, Stefan opened his mouth, "Let me drive you home."
Martha stopped, but she only pressed her lips together and did not turn him down.
But Stefan knew, the more indifferent she was towards him, the more distance there were between
them.
It was like they were two strangers, with invisible distance in between.
Without speaking a word, the two of them went to the garage of the hospital and left.
On their way back to the Doyle Manor, Stefan could not help peeking at Martha from time to time. She
was staring at the outside with her red lips slightly pressed.
It was extremely quiet in the car.
About ten minutes later, Martha opened her mouth and broke the silence.
"Don't come to the hospital tomorrow."
Stefan got frustrated about her bluntness.
He pressed his lips together and said nothing. He was only driving his car, as if he had heard nothing.
He knew what Martha meant.
She didn't want him to quarrel with Rhys.
But she was his wife. How could he let her...
He knew that Rhys wanted to marry her with a purpose. How could he live it down if he failed to protect
her?
His eyes that were fixed on the road got colder and colder. A cold aura radiated from him.
Certainly, Martha felt it. She looked down and pondered.
In the end, she said something, which made the atmosphere in the car extremely tense.
"Let me make my own decision this time."
Decision.
As his pupils shrank slightly, Stefan hit the brake and pulled over.
He turned to Martha, trying to suppress his anger.
"Does your decision mean to sacrifice our marriage without thinking twice?"
'Sacrifice, marriage...'
Why did it sound so hilarious?
Martha could not help huffing out a laugh.
She had never sacrificed their marriage.
She looked at him and answered calmly. It was hard to tell what she was feeling. But the more
detached she looked like, the more hurtful her words were.
"Aren't you the one who sacrificed our marriage in the first place, Stefan?"