"Kilian, I'm sorry, I fainted. Have you finished your painting? Still need me to go?"
I still had good ears to hear Kilian on the other end of the phone hesitate for a long time before saying.
"I did, but I still have other scenes. If I don't finish it today, I won't be able to make it to the exhibition ...."
I felt furious, reached out and snatched my wife's phone, hanging up and demanding a question.
"Heidi! Our baby is gone, gone! You woke up and asked about thay guy's broken painting? Do you even care about me or our family!"
Her ears buzzed from my vibration and just as she was about to speak, I interrupted her.
"You called him and did he even bother to show any concern for you! He didn't even come and visit you in the hospital when you fainted!"
She propped herself up on the bed, her face brimming with impatience.
"Ronan, you know nothing. Kilian is an artist and is about to hold an exhibition. He can't let me delay his progress!"
"Our relation doesn't need all that hypocrisy. He definitely cares about me, too! I can't hold him back!"
I just found her stubbornness absurd.
"Really? So that's why you're becoming a nude model?"
Heidi's face showed an obvious impatience.