I lunged forward and grabbed his trouser leg, lowering my head heavily. The sound of my forehead hitting the ground made the surrounding servants turn their faces away.
I'd gotten used to apologizing. It started three years ago, the day I miscarried and nearly bled to death.
At the time, the doctor told me I might never be able to conceive again. My first reaction was to apologize to Jonathan, who had been rushed to the hospital. "I'm sorry, I couldn't keep our baby … "
At that time, he hugged me with red eyes and said it didn't matter. As long as we were together, it was enough.
Later, he was still very good to me, so good that I couldn't sleep whenever I thought of the doctor's diagnosis.
So, when he started coming home late, I didn't ask. When I saw lipstick stains on his shirt collar, I didn't ask. When he brought Wendy to me and said she would have a child for me, I still didn't ask.
But after my family died in a car accident, Jonathan changed.
All his patience and tenderness were given entirely to Wendy and I became the barren hen that no one but him would want.
At first, I tolerated Jonathan and repeatedly admitted my mistakes because I loved him, but now I was exhausted.
My teeth cut my lip and my mouth filled with the taste of blood.
When I looked up, I noticed Jonathan's pupils contracted slightly.
He reached out as if to touch the cut on my lip but abruptly changed direction mid-air and loosened his tie.
"Daphne." His voice held the familiar impatience.
"You're not the young lady of a wealthy family anymore. Who are you putting on this pathetic act for?"
The private doctor rushed in and Jonathan immediately went to meet him, his shoulder bumping me, sending me staggering backwards.
I took a deep breath and turned to leave.
Outside the villa, the driver had been waiting for me for a long time
I picked up the pace, but halfway there, two iron-like hands yanked me back.
"Mr. Zander asks that you return."
The bodyguard's voice was cold, emotionless.
In the study, Jonathan was casually fastening his cufflinks.
When he saw me walk in, he tipped his chin. Someone immediately grabbed my shoulders and forced me into a medical chair that had clearly been prepared in advance.
"Wendy has anemia during her pregnancy and needs a blood transfusion."
He spoke while gesturing for the doctor to prepare, "Your blood types are the same."