Chapter 412 Recovery of Dashiell's Legs
Seraphina walked into the house and spotted Lucy, but Magnolia and Dashiell were MIA. She acted like she didn't care and strolled further inside.
Lucy rushed over when she saw Seraphina. "Mrs. Seraphina Rainier, you're back? Alone? How you feeling? Everything okay?"
Seraphina replied coolly. "Where's everyone else?"
"You mean Mrs. Magnolia Rainier and Mr. Dashiell Rainier?"
"Why you gotta talk so much?" Seraphina snapped, clearly annoyed.
Lucy felt a bit hurt.
She thought Seraphina would be super sad after losing the baby, but nope, still sharp-tongued and cranky.
"Mrs. Magnolia Rainier went back to her place."
Seraphina sneered.
No baby, no reason for Magnolia to stick around.
"And Mr. Dashiell Rainier? He went to the hospital early this morning, probably for rehab," Lucy explained, then quickly added, "Mrs. Seraphina Rainier, if you wanna find Mr. Dashiell Rainier, I can call him right now."
"No need, I'm in a better mood when they're not around," Seraphina said bluntly.
"I'm gonna crash in my room for a bit. Don't bug me unless it's important."
Lucy nodded. "Okay, Mrs. Seraphina Rainier, I made some chicken soup. You can have some after your nap. Mrs. Magnolia Rainier said you need to rest well, or it'll mess with your health. You gotta take care of yourself this month."
"Stop nagging," Seraphina said, annoyed, as she walked into her room and shut the door.
Lucy swallowed her words.
She had told Seraphina to control her temper and rest more, but she still slammed the door shut with so much force.
Seraphina flopped onto the bed as soon as she got back to her room.
It was kinda amazing.
Without the baby, she had zero pregnancy symptoms.
It was like the baby had never been there.
Seraphina couldn't help but touch her lower abdomen.
The slightly protruding belly would soon shrink back.
Her heart still ached a bit.
Seraphina's eyes suddenly got a bit teary.
She kept telling herself not to be sad, after all, it wasn't a baby she had expected, but every time she was alone, she still thought about it.
She still felt totally devastated!
She lay on the bed and drifted off to sleep.
Honestly, Seraphina didn't know how long it would take to move on from the sadness of losing the baby.
At the hospital, Dashiell was going through rehab therapy.
Each rehab session was brutal, involving electric shocks, hitting the leg nerves repeatedly until there was a response.
There were also constant leg walking exercises.
Almost every time, he would fall flat on his face.
After today's session, Dashiell, as usual, was pale and drenched in cold sweat.
He always rested in the recovery room after each session until his body was completely stable before leaving.
He always came alone because he didn't want to make anyone sad.
He also didn't want Seraphina to feel guilty.
He panted heavily, leaning on the sofa to calm down.
His personal doctor came over and handed him a glass of water, saying, "You're recovering well."
Dashiell took it and said, "Thanks."
"Your recovery's blowing my mind," the doctor said, all hyped up. "I thought it'd take at least a year for your right leg, and the left one, well, who knows. But here you are, right leg good to go, and the left one's already got some feeling. If things keep going this way, in 2-3 months, you might be walking without a wheelchair or crutches. In less than six months, you should be fully back on your feet."
Dashiell just listened, not showing much emotion. He was pretty chill about the whole leg recovery thing.
The doctor, knowing Dashiell's reserved nature, didn't push it. He just patted Dashiell on the shoulder. "Keep it up."
Dashiell nodded, and the doctor left the room.
As Dashiell looked around, he spotted Sebastian being pushed in a wheelchair by a caregiver.
Their eyes met, and Dashiell quickly looked away.
"Didn't think your legs would bounce back so fast," Sebastian said bluntly, clearly having overheard the convo with the doc.
"What's your point?" Dashiell asked.
"Seraphina only married you because of your leg condition. Now that you're getting better, shouldn't your marriage be over?" Sebastian said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm.
Dashiell sneered, "Sebastian, my marriage with Seraphina is our business. What's it got to do with you?"
"Seraphina loves me!" Sebastian said, emphasizing each word. "So yeah, it does have something to do with me."
"Then if I divorce Seraphina now, you gonna marry her?" Dashiell's eyes were icy.
Sebastian's face darkened.
"If you don't have the guts, then whether I divorce her or not, what's it to you? Or are you just bitter that if you can't have her, no one else should?" Dashiell mocked.
"Dashiell, I'm just giving you a heads-up. If you don't want Seraphina to hate you more, you better let her go. She'll never love you, and clinging to her will just make her hate you more. Besides, do you really think when your legs are fully recovered in six months, she won't ask for a divorce herself? Don't humiliate yourself," Sebastian sneered, then had the caregiver push him away.
Sebastian had come to check out the rehab facility for his own bone injury but didn't expect to run into Dashiell and hear about his leg recovery. If Seraphina found out, their marriage would probably be toast.
Sebastian left with a sinister smile, and Dashiell watched him go.
Actually, Sebastian was right. He had always been humiliating himself.
Sebastian got back to his hospital room, lay on the bed, and called Seraphina.
Seraphina had just dozed off. Hearing the phone ring, she picked it up. "Sebastian."
"Seraphina, were you sleeping?" He could tell from her groggy voice.
"What's up?" Seraphina forced herself to wake up.
"I ran into Dashiell when I went for a rehab consultation," Sebastian said, not holding back.
Seraphina tried to sound indifferent. "Oh?"
"Do you know the current condition of his legs?" Sebastian asked, clearly trying to stir the pot.
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