Chapter 457
Oliver looked at her and said, "Speak plainly."
Rosy spread her hands and said, "Many people disdain to attend to others' ‘personal needs’."
"She is my wife, after all." What's there to be disgusted of?
Rosy no longer wanted to engage in conversation with someone who couldn't grasp a normal person's way of thinking; it was mentally exhausting.
Oliver genuinely couldn't understand why. Could it be that Natalie didn't want him by her side because she was shy? Afraid of him being disgusted?
What was there to be disgusted about?
At this point, they were discussing divorce, yet she was still considerate of him.
Oliver smiled bitterly. Natalie is understanding, gentle, and kind nature pained him and filled him with remorse.
Completing a mix of major and minor checks took close to two hours, followed by another hour of waiting for the results.
Fortunately, the results were positive, with the only issue being Natalie's leg. The fall in the bathroom had indeed worsened her injury, which explained the slow healing of her fractured bone over the past few days.
Rosy gave her a few more reminders before letting her go.
"By the way, my brother should be back for a checkup at this hospital tomorrow. Please take good care of him, and I'll take you out for a meal when I'm healed." Natalie said before leaving.
"Deal!" Rosy responded playfully, "Well then, I won't be shy! It'll be an honor to have you treat me!"
The weather today was pleasant, with beautiful sunshine comforting her skin. Natalie stepped outside, took a deep breath, and felt her weary body relax.
The outpatient department was right next to the inpatient area, with a small garden below where many patients who were accompanied by family members were strolling back and forth.
Natalie looked at her leg and touched the leg cast. What if her leg didn't heal properly?
She was adamant about going through the process of natural recovery by casting her leg to avoid having scars from the operation. And to allow herself to seek a broader stage along with growth opportunities. She aspired to stand on the most prestigious stages and reach the pinnacle of her profession.
But what if her leg remained impaired? Then everything would be for naught.
"Where do you want to go?" Oliver gently touched Natalie's head and asked softly.
"Let's go back," Natalie replied, shifting her gaze.
The car stopped at the outermost gate of the Rosewood Estate. Oliver lifted Natalie into the wheelchair and pushed her forward, while the driver drove into the parking area.
He wanted to take her out to enjoy the sun and to stroll outside. The scenery of the Rosewood Estate's grounds could rival that of a park.
"Aren't you going to ask what I want to do?" Oliver asked Natalie.
Natalie remained silent. ‘What difference would it make? It was pointless.’
Oliver stopped, clenched his eyes shut, and took a moment to regulate his breath and emotions. Anger, melancholy, and suffering; all these emotions accumulated and escalated again and again amidst Natalie's silent resistance.
He didn't blame Natalie, nor did he feel entitled to blame her. But what could he do? When the heart is quiet, sensitivity to emotions heightens, just like how Natalie now feels toward Oliver.
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