CHAPTER 11: CHAPTER 11: IT COULD BECOME CANCEROUS IN THE FUTURE

I panicked and hurriedly closed my laptop.

Timothy Xavier slowly entered the room, holding his Buddha Beads in his right hand, as always exuding a cold and dignified aura.

He just glanced at the computer, fortunately suspecting nothing.

"Let’s talk."

He sat down in front of me.

I felt an unprecedented level of exhaustion and nodded, "Sure, let’s talk."

Regarding the actions of Serena Sawyer and her daughter tonight, he showed no remorse or explanation, but rather coldly stated, "Smashing up the Buddha hall—such things shouldn’t happen again. You’re an adult; you need to learn to control your emotions."

I clenched my hand tight by my side and retorted, "What about you? You’ve abused me, laid hands on me. Have you managed to control your emotions?"

Timothy replied, "In that moment, you were harming Doris; I just wanted you to calm down."

The anger and resentment in my heart turned into helplessness at that moment.

"Timothy Xavier, please leave, I’m... I’m tired, and I want to sleep."

I said, almost pleadingly at the end, "Can’t you let me go? I’m so tired."

Why destroy my most precious things only to stab me in the heart again at such a time?

Timothy’s cold gaze fell on the urn, then he trembled and reached out as if wanting to touch it, but I moved it away.

His hand froze in mid-air.

I looked at him and said, "Timothy Xavier, you’re not worthy."

Thin anger colored Timothy’s face, but ultimately he said nothing and left my room.

...

The next day, the villa’s living room was still filled with cheerful laughter as usual.

Early in the morning, Doris was playing hide-and-seek with several young maids.

These maids had unfamiliar faces; I hadn’t seen them before.

Upon asking Nanny Lowell, I found out they were especially hired by Timothy Xavier to entertain this little princess.

The tragedy of my daughter’s urn being shattered last night seemed as if it never happened.

The sorrow and despair seemed like they were felt only by me.

I watched Timothy Xavier on the sofa, fiddling with his Buddha Beads, his gaze following Doris.

My thoughts drifted back to a long time ago when I too was treated with such care by him.

However, many beautiful memories had been blurred by the grinding of years of marriage, turning into a lifelong dampness.

The new carpet had already been placed in the living room.

Nanny Lowell sighed slightly, whispering to me, "That little minx said the old carpet was contaminated with ashes and unlucky, fearing it would curse the child, so sir had it changed."

I sarcastically curled my lips and said, "It’s fine, let it be changed; it should have been changed long ago."

Everything about this home, including me, would be all new in a month.

That’s when Doris noticed me.

Maybe because the scene of me hitting her mom last night stuck in her mind, she now looked at me with fear.

No longer playing hide-and-seek, she hurriedly ran towards Timothy Xavier’s embrace.

Timothy Xavier naturally picked up Doris, his gaze inscrutable, lightly said, "Let’s eat."

Then he was on his way to the living room, treating the daughter in his arms like a treasure.

A needle prick seemed to pierce my heart; I slowly followed.

However, Serena Sawyer didn’t come to the table this morning.

I suppose when a shining star’s face is swollen, she would feel embarrassed to appear.

Looking at the breakfast table restored to vegetarian dishes, I had no appetite at all.

Moreover, it seemed my anemia had worsened again; my head was constantly dizzy, and my feet felt like they were treading on cotton.

Then, a maid brought another breakfast, a hearty children’s meal with ham, fried eggs, and boiled shrimp.

The little girl saw the meat, her eyes lit up, eating quite comfortably.

Timothy Xavier lovingly patted her head, saying, "Go slow, no one’s taking it from you."

Suddenly, Doris puckered her lips and pleaded, "Daddy, can you let mommy eat meat like me? Please!"

She clasped her hands, incessantly charming Timothy Xavier.

Timothy Xavier’s cold visage softened with affection, saying, "Daddy promises you, alright?"

"Daddy is the best!"

The little girl quickly leaned over to give Timothy Xavier a kiss on the cheek.

I watched the scene dazedly, constantly imagining if my daughter hadn’t died, would Timothy Xavier dotingly care for her just the same?

Unfortunately, I would never receive an answer to that.

Nanny Lowell placing a bowl of porridge in front of me brought my thoughts back.

I pushed aside the bland dishes and white porridge before me and asked Timothy Xavier, "Why is my food different from theirs?"

Only then did he lift his eyelids, giving me a glance.

Simultaneously feeding the little girl at his side, he said, "If you hadn’t insisted on eating meat before Doris yesterday, she wouldn’t have snuck into your room searching for food. The urn incident is your own doing."

Victim blaming and double standards, Timothy Xavier embodied them both unequivocally in that moment.

I took a deep breath, standing up and said, "From now on, I won’t eat at home, and you don’t need to make food for me."

These days, I don’t rely on Timothy Xavier for sustenance.

Restaurants are everywhere outside, and supermarkets are full of food; I can eat whatever I want, isn’t that better?

However, as I turned, I suddenly felt the world spinning.

Covering my forehead, I desperately tried to stabilize myself, but it was all futile.

Soon, my vision went black, and my whole body fell backward straightly.

Just before I lost consciousness, it felt as if I had fallen into a thick, solid wall of flesh.

...

I woke up in the hospital.

Only Nanny Lowell was by my side.

The deep red liquid flowing into my body through the IV shocked me; I hadn’t realized my anemia had reached the point of requiring a blood transfusion.

"Madam, you’ve awoken?"

Nanny Lowell sighed in relief and said, "I was so scared! You haven’t had breakfast yet; have some porridge, there are also steamed dumplings."

I stared at the food box filled with bland vegetarian food, frowning tightly.

Timothy Xavier could break his dietary restrictions for Serena Sawyer and let them live freely. Why do I, as the woman he’s betrayed, have to endure his habits?

Even though I’ve reached this point, he’d rather give me medicine and blood transfusions than let me recover with nutritious food.

I asked Nanny Lowell to make me meals just like Serena Sawyer and her daughter.

Even now, I’m stubbornly trying to prove I can have what Serena Sawyer has.

But Nanny Lowell hesitantly said, "Madam, that little devil is still at home; if she sees me making you meat dishes, she’ll surely tattle. I’m... I’m afraid sir won’t be pleased."

"Forget it."

I didn’t want to trouble Nanny Lowell.

So I pressed the call bell, asking for my attendant to buy me the food I wanted from the cafeteria.

Seeing my bad mood, Nanny Lowell comforted me, "Madam, today when you fainted, it was sir who caught you. If he hadn’t had work at the company, he would have stayed to personally care for you."

Just as she finished speaking, my phone rang—it was Jenna Sutton calling.

"I’m utterly shocked! Timothy Xavier dared to bring his illegitimate daughter to register at our kindergarten! Now he’s not bothering to hide at all!"

Veridia’s finest private aristocratic kindergarten is a Sutton Family enterprise, and Jenna Sutton handles enrollment reviews.

I couldn’t help but smirk; so this was Timothy Xavier’s ’company business.’

In the four years of marriage, Timothy Xavier never took me to public events.

Yet he could bring his mistress and illegitimate daughter anywhere.

My heart numbed, as if it could no longer feel pain.

I briefly related the events of the past days to her.

Hearing my story, Jenna Sutton just said, "Where are you? I’ll come over now!"

After finishing my call with Jenna Sutton, the doctor entered holding my test results.

He solemnly informed me that my prolonged dietary imbalance not only led to severe anemia but also caused atrophic gastritis. If unchecked, it could develop into cancer.

The word ’cancer’ made my heart tremble.

For the first time, I realized how close death was.

No wonder nightly stomach pains kept me awake; turns out, this too was caused by long-term vegetarianism.

All these years, I’ve loved Timothy Xavier with my life.

From now on, I’ll love myself properly.

After the doctor left, Nanny Lowell nervously took out her phone and said, "I must report this to sir. You are his wife; why does that little devil get whatever she wants while you’re half dead, and he still treats you like this?"