Chapter 215 Is This How You Treat Your Savior
Susanna's face turned bright red at Aaron's words, her mind racing. 'What nonsense is he talking about?' she thought.
Joseph, on the other hand, stayed calm, like he was used to this. "We've got some books on that at the hospital. If you need one, you can buy it."
Aaron stroked his chin. "Really? That's pretty thoughtful."
Cutting Aaron off, Susanna turned to Joseph, her eyes searching his face. "So, is my baby really okay?"
She had heard Joseph say the baby was fine, but she needed to hear it again, just in case Aaron was messing with her.
Joseph glanced at her. "If the baby was really gone, you wouldn't be up and about with so much energy. A miscarriage is no small thing," he explained.
Susanna felt a wave of relief wash over her. Her body didn't feel off, especially down there, and there was no blood, which helped calm her down a lot.
If she had really miscarried, she'd definitely feel it.
Finally, Susanna let out a sigh of relief. But memories of Aaron locking her in the hospital and pushing her towards an abortion came flooding back, leaving her with lingering trauma.
After Joseph's routine check-up, he looked at her and said, "Taking care of yourself is crucial, especially now that you're expecting twins. Your body shows signs of malnourishment, which can make things more challenging. Considering your husband's financial stability, why do you feel the need to work so tirelessly every day?"
Aaron, feeling the heat, quickly said, "This has nothing to do with me. There's nothing at home that requires her to do."
Susanna pursed her lips and looked over. "Oh, really? Then who cooked the meals, did the housework, and arranged your outfits every day?"
Joseph and the nurse both shot Aaron looks that screamed "jerk."
Joseph's tone towards Susanna softened. "As a woman, you need to take care of yourself. If you can't , how can you take care of the baby inside you?"
Susanna nodded. "Yeah, I feel the same way now."
After Joseph and the nurse left, Aaron slowly spoke, "Are you happy to badmouth me?"
"I didn't slander you. Which part of what I said was false?" Susanna shot back.
"That was in the past. Did you faint this time while doing housework at home?"
Susanna felt a bit guilty and changed the subject. "Well, I wasn't wrong about the past."
"Susanna, is this how you repay your savior? If I hadn't acted quickly and brought you to the hospital, do you honestly believe you'd be standing here spouting nonsense?" Aaron's frustration was clear; he felt a strong urge to yank at his tie, only to realize it had already been loosened while waiting for her.
Susanna thought about how Aaron had indeed caught her when she fainted. Otherwise, she didn't know what would have happened if she had fallen to the ground.
Although the baby inside her was Aaron's, she wouldn't tell him that now.
She took a deep breath. "Well, thanks for earlier."
Aaron raised an eyebrow slightly. "Surprising, to get a thank you from you."
Not wanting to deal with Aaron's sarcasm, Susanna grabbed her canvas bag from the bedside, ready to leave the hospital. If she didn't get home tonight, Madison and her brothers would definitely ask where she was.
Aaron frowned. "Where are you going?"
Susanna held her bag. "Home."
"In such a hurry to leave? Think I'd bully you in the hospital?" Aaron's mind drifted to the earlier phone call, anticipating Susanna's run-in with the Jones family when she got back. His mood soured instantly.
Securing her canvas bag, Susanna turned to face him. "It's nothing major—just exhaustion and low blood sugar."
Aaron's eyes darkened. He stood up. "I'll take you."
"I'll just grab a cab. It's not like you're headed that way. Mr. Abbott already went out of his way to bring me here; I can't burden you with taking me home too. Honestly, it's not necessary!"
Hearing her distant and polite words, Aaron's brows furrowed. "Why are you so afraid to ride in my car? Worried someone might see and misunderstand?"
Susanna was confused. "The one misunderstanding is you. I just don't want to waste Mr. Abbott's precious time."
After her words trailed off, she strode out of the ward. But after a few steps, she heard Aaron's firm footsteps echoing beside her.
When Susanna entered the elevator, Aaron followed her in, making the narrow space feel even more cramped.
The elevator stopped on the next floor, and a bunch of people piled in, including an old man in a wheelchair.
The elevator was instantly packed.
Seeing so many people, Susanna quickly stepped back and carefully protected her lower abdomen.
But the woman in front of her stepped back a lot, leaving a wide space for her little grandson to play. The kid was bouncing a ball in the elevator like it was a playground.
Susanna felt her stomach being squeezed and couldn't help but frown. "Could you move forward a bit? I can't step back any further."
The woman turned around and pointed at her nose, scolding, "The elevator is small, how can I move forward? If I move forward and squeeze my grandson, can you take responsibility? The child is so young!"
Hearing the woman's annoying voice, Susanna was instantly displeased.
At that moment, a pair of strong hands pulled Susanna into an embrace. Aaron turned around and stood in front of her.
Susanna stood alone in a corner of the elevator, but now she felt the space was no longer cramped because Aaron was creating a small space for her.
She looked up at him in a daze. Aaron's features were incredibly handsome, with a sharply defined jawline.
She stood silently in the corner of the elevator, breathing in his scent, a mix of his cologne and the laundry detergent on his clothes, creating a unique aroma.
She had managed Aaron's wardrobe for three years, and the laundry detergent he used was chosen by her. The scent was her favorite and most familiar.
She didn't expect Aaron to still be using that detergent.
At that moment, the little boy started crying loudly because he couldn't play with his ball due to the lack of space.
The woman in front immediately turned around and angrily looked at Susanna, scolding, "You squeezed my grandson, ruining his playtime. Young folks these days have no respect for their elders or care for the little ones."
Before Susanna could respond, Aaron turned his head and stared at the woman. His natural aura instantly silenced her.
The woman, who had been cursing loudly, suddenly quieted down.
Aaron glanced down at the crying little boy and remarked coldly, "Playing with a ball in the elevator? The monsters might just come and gobble you up tonight!"
The little boy, who had been fake crying, was so scared by Aaron's words that he started crying for real.
The woman immediately became indignant. "How dare you scare a child like that? You need to explain yourselves today!"
