NovelEnglishDue to the sedative in the medicine, Sean, who had been crying about his stomach pain, drifted off to sleep. He lay quietly on the hospital bed, his round belly rising and falling gently. There were still visible tear stains on his cheeks, making him look adorable and pitiable.
Nadine grabbed stissues, gently wiped away the tear stains on his face, and tossed the used tissue into the trash. Throughout the whole ordeal, she hadn't said a word to Brad or even looked his way.
The hospital room was quiet, with only the faintest spring breeze passing through, rustling the curtains by the window. The stillness was almost suffocating.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBrad sat on the other side of the hospital bed, watching Nadine skillfully massage Sean's bloated tummy, filled with regret and guilt. He wanted to speak up, but every the parted his lips, words failed him.
In the end, all he could say was, "I'm sorry." Those two words carried so little weight that they failed to convey even a hint of his remorse.
When she heard his apology, she didn't even lift her gaze. She continued to massage Sean's belly, her gaze as still and unchanging as a stagnant pond.
Nadine was aware that there was no chance left for her and Brad to get back together. If not for the fact that she owed him a favor, she wouldn't have any reason to cross paths with him again.
After six years of a loveless marriage, Nadine had grown used to taking Sean to the hospital on her own, handling all the household chores by herself, and waiting patiently for Brad's return at night. She wondered when she had stopped caring about him.
Was it during the day Sean fell ill and looked for his dad but couldn't find him? Was it the moment she witnessed Brad holding Jean? Or was it perhaps the first night he failed to return home? In the early days of their marriage, she'd been so passionate, eager to give Brad her very heart and soul. But now she couldn't even bring herself to look at him.
How had it cto this? Was it the endless disappointment? Or the realization that she'd been waiting for someone who would never be there for her? Even though Brad apologized, she remained silent, her cherry blossom pink lips pressed tightly together, as if she hadn't heard him at all. Her silenc@made him feel even more helpless. It was the first the, who always looked down on others, truly experienced what it meant to feel powerless.
P.ne Sean simply wanted sdessert, and though Nadine didn't allow it, Brad, feeling sorry for the boy, had indulged him. Plus, he had even snapped at Nadine. As Brad looked at Sean's pale face, he realized just how badly he'd messed up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe felt guilt not just toward Sean but also toward Nadine. However, at this point, there was nothing he could do but apologize, though his apology was useless and couldn't change anything.
He'd expected Nadine to lash out at him, maybe even curse him out. To his surprise; she diligently tended to Sean without saying a word. If she had yelled at him or even slapped him a few times, he might've felt a little better. Her silence only made him feel worse.
"Nadine, I had no idea things would turn out like this. I truly am sorry. If you want to yell at me, hit me, or even demand skind of compensation, go ahead."
Brad was a man who held himself to extremely high standards, never allowing himself to make mistakes in his professional or personal life. The way things had unfolded this twas the last thing he'd ever wanted to happen.
Therefore, besides offering an apology, he was determined to find determined to find ways to compensate Nadine and Sean. That was what he did when he made mistakes at work. Little did he know that his
last words would push Nadine over the edge. "Compensation? And how exactly do you plan on compensating us?"
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