Chapter 1328 She Is in the Lactation Period
Hearing this, Daryl spun around to see Cecilia's determined face, and his anger flared even more. "If you wanted to get this divorce done early, you should've shown up earlier. It's already nine o'clock, and now you decide to show up. Of course, you can't get in line!"
Cecilia retorted "Didn't you get here early? Why didn't you grab a number? Why wait for me to get here to do it?"
"How was I supposed to know if you'd even show up? I thought you were stalling because you didn't want the divorce!" Daryl snapped, feeling cornered by her words.
"Maybe it's you who doesn't want the divorce! If you did, why didn't you get a number earlier?" Cecilia shot back, her voice rising as they argued in front of everyone.
"Unbelievable!" Daryl muttered, turning his face away in disdain.
"You're the one who's unbelievable!" Cecilia retorted.
Just then, the couple ahead of them, who were in the middle of their own divorce proceedings, suddenly reconciled.
The young woman from the couple walked over to Cecilia and Daryl, holding out a number slip. "Miss, we're not getting divorced anymore. You can have our number."
Cecilia was taken aback but accepted the number slip from the woman.
"Stop fighting and just part ways peacefully," the young man said to Daryl before the couple walked away, hand in hand.
Everyone around them was surprised that the couple, who were about to sign the papers, had made up.
Cecilia looked down at the number in her hand, and Daryl fell silent.
A moment later, Cecilia looked up and met Daryl's gaze. She noticed that the aggressive and cold look in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a hint of pain and reluctance.
Could he really be feeling regret? Cecilia doubted what she had just seen.
"Number six, number six, are you going to proceed? If not, we'll call number seven!" The clerk at the divorce window announced through a loudspeaker.
Cecilia held number six. She softly said, "Let's go."
She walked to the divorce window, suddenly feeling dizzy. She quickly grabbed the counter for support and slowly sat down in a chair.
Daryl followed and sat in the chair next to her.
"Fill out these forms," the clerk said, tossing two forms onto the counter.
Cecilia placed one form in front of Daryl and began filling out the other.
As she looked at the black print on the form, her head started spinning. The words seemed to swirl, and her body felt cold and achy. Her breasts were painfully engorged, and she felt like she was going to pass out.
Cecilia managed to write her name with great difficulty, then held her head with her left hand and closed her eyes in pain. Everything seemed to be spinning—the form, the counter, the clerk, the ceiling.
Daryl finished filling out his form and looked up to see Cecilia staring blankly at hers, having only written her name.
"What's the matter? Can't you finish it? If you're having second thoughts..." Daryl's sarcastic remark cut through Cecilia's foggy mind, making her head throb even more. Then, she lost consciousness completely.
Cecilia suddenly slumped to the floor from her chair.
Daryl's brow furrowed as he quickly moved to catch her, cradling her in his arms.
"Cecilia, what's wrong?" Daryl looked down at her flushed face, panic rising in his voice.
"Mr. Fields, what's going on?" Douglas hurried over, concerned.
"Call an ambulance!" Daryl shouted, lifting Cecilia in his arms.
"Got it." Douglas rushed out to get help.
Daryl pushed through the crowd, his face grim.
In the cold hospital corridor, Daryl paced back and forth. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and was about to light it when he remembered smoking wasn't allowed in the hospital. He put the cigarette back and returned the pack to his pocket.
Seeing Daryl's anxious demeanor, Douglas approached. "Mr. Fields, don't worry. She probably fainted from a fever and exhaustion."
Daryl frowned.
But when he had carried her to the ambulance, he noticed her chest was soaked. What was that about?
Just then, the emergency room door opened, and a female doctor in a white coat stepped out.
"Doctor, how is she?" Daryl asked, stepping forward.
The doctor removed her mask and looked at Daryl. "The patient has mastitis, which caused the fever. She also fainted from exhaustion and stress. She's still unconscious but will be fine. She needs to stay in the hospital for a week."
"Mastitis?" Daryl frowned.
How could she have mastitis? That was something that usually affected breastfeeding women.
The doctor then addressed Daryl in a scolding tone. "Are you her husband?"
"Yes," Daryl replied, taken aback.
They were still technically married, as they hadn't finalized the divorce.
The doctor continued, "I don't know what kind of husband you are, but her chest is as hard as a rock, and her clothes are soaked with milk. If she's weaning, she needs medication to stop lactation. She shouldn't be stressed or overworked, as that will only worsen the mastitis. Once the inflammation subsides, her fever will go down."
"Milk?" Daryl was stunned.
How could Cecilia have milk? She hadn't had a baby!
Seeing Daryl's confusion, the doctor frowned. "Are you really her husband? You seem to know nothing about her condition."
"We're separated, so I'm not fully aware of her situation," Daryl admitted awkwardly.
The doctor rolled her eyes. "You may not know everything, but you should know she's breastfeeding. Did you not know she had a baby?"
"A baby?" Daryl's brow furrowed even deeper.
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