I accepted the report, calmly placing it in a drawer. “Please don’t tell my husband.”
“But it’s serious…”
“Don’t worry. He has other concerns now. I’ll tell him eventually. This is my responsibility.”
After making the soup, I took it to Beatrix’s hospital room. As I entered, Beatrix’s frail face lit up with a mocking smile.
“Look at Mrs. Alice herself, making soup for me and my precious son,” she said scornfully.
Ignoring her jab, I placed the soup down, prepared to leave. Her voice cut through the air, sharp and venomous.
“How long does your precious daughter have left? A month, without a proper kidney? My son has a strong sense of timing—don’t you think it was fortunate he needed a kidney when he did?”
My fists clenched. “When Adeline recovers, I’ll be done with you.”
Beatrix laughed darkly. “Recover? I took it once; I can take it again. You should be preparing your daughter’s farewell.”
I slapped her. Before I could strike again, Paul grabbed my wrist, forcing me aside.
“Alice! What’s gotten into you? Beatrix saved your life and you repay her by treating her like this?”