But I couldn't accept the fact that Bruce didn't keep distance from Flora.
This was my bottom line.
The night my grandma was in critical condition, I was very heartbroken.
But under my grandma's persuasion, I didn't want to make her worry, so I went back.
I slept in the guest room.
Bruce knocked on my door and said, "Jane, is Grandma feeling better?"
This was the first time he spoke to me in more than 20 days since our fight in the hospital.
In the past, I was always the one who took the initiative to speak to him, but this time it seemed that he compromised.
But I didn't respond to him.
I had been working very hard recently and had no time to deal with emotional matters, so I just went to sleep.
The next morning, Bruce sat on the sofa.
He usually got up late.
There were dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept all night.
Seeing me, he held my hand and said, "Jane, are you still angry? I'm sorry.
"That day you said Grandma's stomach disease recurred, and I thought it was okay to take some medicine. But at that time, Flora was heartbroken after breaking up..."
Before he could finish his words, I shook his hand away.
Flora.
He shouldn't have mentioned her in front of me.