Chapter 152 Thank You, Mrs. Semona
The next morning, Regina found Douglas' medical report in his car.
As she scanned the page, intending a closer look, she was stunned.
This was not a routine physical examination report at all, but a urology report.
Regina's incredulous gaze fell on Douglas, who was driving beside her. "Why did you go for this kind of check-up?"
"Nothing much, just felt like getting it checked," he admitted openly.
This made Regina feel a bit embarrassed.
Recently, they focused on having children, yet Regina hadn't become pregnant.
Even though Douglas suspected himself, he never put any pressure on her.
"These things should happen naturally. Don't stress," Douglas said, one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching out to pat Regina's head.
She helplessly tugged at the corner of her mouth. "If you say it should be natural, then why did you go for a check-up?"
Douglas' lips curved slightly as he casually replied, "Given my age, it's only right to get checked."
Regina still couldn't believe that the physically robust Douglas, who could make her cry and drive her crazy during sex, would need such a check-up.
Her ears turned red, and she bit her lip, saying nothing.
The car continued to move forward.
As they neared the company, Regina suddenly heard him say, "Before I married you, my life seemed to be all about work. I was like a machine running at high speed all the time."
Regina quietly listened to his words, his pleasant voice stirring her nerves. "But the moment you came into my life, I knew there were more things I could do. I didn't have to live like a machine anymore."
"Thank you, Mrs. Semona, for giving me a brand-new future."
Douglas' sudden words made Regina's heart feel as sweet as if it were wrapped in honey.
Even though she didn't quite understand why he suddenly said these things at first.
This thank you was something she should have said to him as well.
Life moved forward in an orderly manner.
Occasionally, there would be some ripples.
Regina saw Philip again on the last day of May.
Although Regina had only been kidnapped by Edward for a little over ten days, it felt like a long time to her.
The kidnapping incident seemed like a distant memory.
Their encounter that day was purely coincidental.
On a Thursday morning, Regina's right hand cramped and trembled, making it impossible for her to hold a pen or type on the keyboard.
Regina thought it might be tendonitis caused by repetitive strain. It wasn't the first time these symptoms had occurred, but she had always put off seeing a doctor. This time, she couldn't bear it any longer and took a temporary leave from Janet to go to the hospital.
She didn't expect to run into Philip, who was there for a check-up on his left hand.
Upon meeting outside the clinic, Regina shyly looked away while he fixed his gaze on her hand.
When they were locked in that room, under the influence of drugs, she had gripped the knife with her palm, an act of restraint and endurance that had haunted him, waking him up in the middle of the night with pain.
"What's wrong? Is your hand hurting?" Philip asked her.
Regina sneered.
Why was he concerned about her hand?
His own tendons had been severed, yet he still had the mind to worry about her hand.
She calmly said, "Whether it hurts or not is my business, not yours."
Regina didn't want to have much interaction with him. When they met, she only glanced at him before looking away.
But when she attempted to pass, Philip blocked her way, his towering figure casting a trapped feeling over her.
"Do you have something to say?" Regina finally looked up.
Philip had grown accustomed to the coldness and indifference in her eyes, but he could never return to the calm he once had.
That day, when he took the equity transfer document to Edward, he suddenly realized that everything he had fought so hard for was actually not worth it.
Philip also understood that when he had this realization, he was already standing on the edge of a cliff.
"The incident with Edward started because of me. I'm sorry for the trouble it caused you."
Regina didn't want to hear his apologies.
"You're right, and I've heard your apology, but I have the right not to accept it," Regina said, not sharply but with her usual cold indifference. "Or, if you really feel sorry, you could cut off our relationship more cleanly. For instance, you can pretend you didn't see me when we meet. As long as you don't appear in front of me, I won't feel troubled."
Regina thought Philip would say something, but he surprisingly agreed calmly, "You're right."
His demeanor caused a slight ripple in Regina's otherwise calm eyes.
He laughed self-deprecatingly. "I've become a cripple. Continuing to pester you would be quite presumptuous, wouldn't it?"
What he didn't tell Regina was that if it weren't for Douglas, his hand wouldn't be as ruined as it was.
After all, severed tendons weren't entirely without hope of recovery. His hand had a slight chance of healing, but Douglas had destroyed that hope.
As Philip stared at Regina, trying to capture every expression on her face, Douglas appeared.
Regina had messaged Douglas before coming to the hospital. She had only mentioned that her hand was uncomfortable and she wanted to get it checked.
Unexpectedly, Douglas followed her shortly after she left.
Regina wasn't surprised by Douglas' appearance. She naturally walked to his side, took his arm, and whispered, "Didn't I say it was just a small issue? You didn't have to come."
Douglas' gaze fell on Philip, a faint smile playing on his lips. "How could it be a small issue when there's a big trouble standing in front of you?"
Regina remained silent.
In fact, she wasn't trying to make excuses for Philip. It was just that Philip didn't seem to be looking for trouble today.
Just as Regina felt the atmosphere was too strange, she heard the doctor call her name.
Regina hesitated for a few seconds but still held Douglas' hand and walked into the clinic together.
Philip stood there for a while before turning to leave, not even bothering to go for his check-up.
On the way to Peace Club, Mars glanced at Philip's gloomy face through the rearview mirror, unsure of how to start the conversation.
