Chapter 3

Georgina didn't reply to my message.

But I saw her looking around at the front desk when I went to pay the bill.

I hesitated. Maybe she was just too concerned about Mary...

But I waited in the hospital room for a long time, and she never appeared.

I looked at Mary's pale face, not knowing how to tell her that Mommy and Daddy were separating.

Georgina passed by the hospital room. Her expression seemed somewhat surprised.

But after a long moment, she motioned for me to come out and talk.

"Lucas, how old is Mary? She can't be without a mother."

"You think I'm not good enough, but do you want Mary to walk the same path I did?"

Her eyes brimmed with tears, her fingers clutching tightly at the hem of my shirt.

Through her eyes, I suddenly saw her as a child.

Her mother died, her father complained the nanny was useless but was too busy with work to care for her himself.

Because she came from a single-parent home, she was isolated and bullied by classmates, but didn't dare speak up.

I helped her once, and she followed me around like a little tail ever since.

Later, when I was delivering homework, I accidentally found her in anaphylactic shock. That's how she got her life back.

I'm busy with work and have no relatives to help. If Mary really got bullied or something happened to her at home...

Just imagining that scene, I immediately lost my anger.

Seeing my attitude soften, she dissolved the discipline group right in front of me.

"I'll never criticize you again, won't check in with them anymore... I know I was wrong today... No divorce, okay?"

"Lucas, Mary is very sensitive inside. If we divorce, she'll definitely keep everything bottled up. Think more about Mary, okay?"

She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around my neck, and her warm tears soaked through my shirt.

"I know you're bothered by that handprint. But it really was just normal exercise. You know I'm very disciplined. I need Jordan to physically adjust my form. He's strong and doesn't know his own strength—it's normal."

In our intimate moments before, she always asked me to be gentle. Even in long sleeves, she found marks unsightly.

Now that she'd started this disciplined lifestyle, she liked wearing tank tops and didn't seem to care anymore.

But in that location—was I really overthinking it?

Seeing my silence, her tears fell even harder.

"If you don't believe me, I can strip naked and go to the gynecology department for a doctor's examination! You don't love me anymore anyway. What's a little more humiliation for me?"

"And I was even thinking that after getting healthier through discipline, I'd give you another child. The four of us could live happily together!"

Her voice choked with emotion, barely getting out each sentence.

Maybe I'm really pathetic. I remembered how she used to kiss me on our wedding day, painting pictures of our beautiful multi-child family, and I couldn't harden my heart anymore.

I gently hugged her back, my face nuzzling her long hair.

"Georgina, I'll find you a new trainer. Let's start over."

Her hand slid down my spine, stroking up and down.

After a long moment, she responded: "Okay, I'll listen to you!"