Half an hour later, the director led a group of experts out from inside.
I hurried up to et them and asked nervously, "Doctor, how is my mom?"
The director said gravely, "She’s been temporarily stabilized, and her vital signs have been maintained. However, your mother’s condition is still very unstable. It’s best to bring in international experts for a consultation to discuss the best solution."
Timothy Xavier said, "I’ve already contacted them; they’re on their way now. What else is needed?"
The director politely said, "Other than that, just so financial support, but that shouldn’t be an issue for you, President Xavier."
Timothy nodded and said, "No matter the cost, please save her life."
I asked the doctor, "Can I go in and see my mom?"
"The patient is currently in a sterile room, so it’s best not to go in and out to avoid bringing in bacteria. Once she’s moved to a regular room, you’ll be able to visit anyti."
After speaking, the director led a few experts back to the office.
Timothy asked his assistant nearby, "Jack Sullivan, when will the international experts arrive?"
"Not until tomorrow, I guess?"
Jack Sullivan said, "I’ll keep an eye on it and urge them to hurry."
Timothy said to , "Since there’s nothing you can do here now, it’s just a waste of ti. Co ho with first!"
After he spoke, he reached out to take my hand.
I quickly put my hand behind my back and said coldly, "I’ve already told you, I’m not going back."
Timothy furrowed his brows and said, "You need to understand what ’enough is enough’ ans! If you don’t want to be Mrs. Xavier, then don’t enjoy all the conveniences that co with the title!"
Having said that, he walked to the nearby window and lit a cigarette.
Lately, Timothy’s been smoking more and more frequently.
I’ve known him for twenty years, and I could probably count on one hand how often he used to smoke.
At this mont, Jack Sullivan ca over to and whispered, "Why don’t you stop getting angry with him for now? Wait until the old lady gets through this and then talk about other things. If you really upset President Xavier, and those experts don’t co, aren’t you joking with the old lady’s safety?"
I pinched my fingertips and had to endure it for now.
So, under Jack’s persuasion, I temporarily went back to The Xavier Manor with Timothy Xavier.
Nanny Lowell saw return and said happily, "Madam, you’re back! Dinner is ready; you and sir should sit down and eat."
Nanny Lowell was so enthusiastic that I didn’t even have ti to put my bag back in my room before going to the dining room with them.
On the dining table, which rarely featured at dishes, almost half were at, but in front of Timothy, there was still a pile of vegetarian food.
Even though I used to be soone who loved at, and these dishes were my favorites,
maybe because of pregnancy sickness, I now felt nauseated by the sll of at.
So, when we ate, I deliberately avoided the at dishes and ate vegetarian like Timothy.
Timothy looked at thoughtfully and asked, "Weren’t you the one who loved at the most? You haven’t been back for a few days, and now you’re being modest?"
As he said it, he served a piece of stead fish with his chopsticks.
The mont I slled the fish, I covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom.
While I was rinsing my mouth, Timothy ca in too.
"What’s wrong with you?"
From the mirror, I saw his pitch-black and profound eyes looking inquisitively.
My heart tightened, and I said, "My gastritis acted up again. I’m not feeling well."
"Then tomorrow, when we visit your mother-in-law, I’ll take you to see a doctor."
As he finished speaking, my heart instantly leapt into my throat.
I imdiately said, "No need, it’s an old problem."
Timothy frowned, "You forgot the doctor said that if this persists, it might turn cancerous. Better get it checked, don’t worry."
"Really, there’s no need. I know my own body. I’m fine!"
I avoided his gaze and hurried out of the bathroom, afraid he might ntion taking to the doctor again.
After dinner, I went back to the guest room, intending to take a shower.
Unexpectedly, all my things inside were gone.
"Nanny Lowell, where are my pajamas?"
I asked Nanny Lowell in confusion as I went out.
Just then, Timothy was sitting on the living room sofa and said to , "I had Nanny Lowell put your things back in the master bedroom."
I looked at him in shock.
Timothy showed no unusual expression and said淡然, "I promised you before that once Serena and Doris left, you’d move back to the master bedroom."
At that mont, Timothy’s phone rang; it was Jack Sullivan reporting the experts’ schedule.
"Okay, tomorrow morning I’ll take her over and have all the experts go to the hospital."
He instructed the other end of the call.
I rembered Jack Sullivan’s words and silently reminded myself to endure a bit longer.
At this critical mont, angering Timothy was not worth it.
So, I returned to the master bedroom with Timothy Xavier.
On the walls of the master bedroom used to hang our wedding photos.
Now, they were bare and looked rather empty.
Timothy noticed too and asked , "Nanny Lowell said she couldn’t find our wedding photos in the guest room. Where did you put them?"
I said expressionlessly, "Weren’t you afraid your daughter would see them? So, I threw them away."
After I spoke, a look of surprise and a hint of anger flashed across his cold face.
I really don’t understand, what is he so angry about?
"I’m going to the study to handle so work; you should take a bath first."
He said coldly and left the room.
I took a deep breath, looking around the vast room and the large European-style bed, inevitably curling my lips in disdain.
No idea how many tis Timothy Xavier and Serena Sawyer had been intimate on this bed!
If not for my mom, even if I were beaten to death, there’s no way I’d sleep in such a filthy place.
Although that day Timothy did that to at my house, it was because he thought I had cheated on him.
Usually, Timothy eats vegetarian food and believes in Buddhism all day. Even if he has desires, it’s for Serena Sawyer.
After all, in the past three years, our marital life was even less frequent than my period.
So even if I sleep in the sa bed with him, I’m not afraid of what he’ll do to .
But I didn’t expect that when I finished showering, the big light in the room was already off.
Timothy must have showered in another room, as he was leaning on the bed in a navy blue silk robe, watching stocks on his tablet.
The night lamp emitted a soft warm yellow light, making his cold features seem a bit softer.
I didn’t think much of it and got into bed from the other side, but I slept close to the edge, keeping a distance from him.
But at that mont, Timothy put down his tablet, his tall figure leaning toward , almost wrapping in his arms.
I was startled and quickly pushed him away, "What are you doing?"
"You’re my wife, what do you think?"
He lowered his head to kiss my temple and wanted to kiss my earlobe, knowing this was my most sensitive spot.
I was so frightened my heart raced wildly. Let alone having a baby in my belly, even without it, how could I let him touch ?
"Timothy, did you forget what you said, that a person who believes in Buddhism should avoid indulgence, with marital relations no more than once a month!"
I reminded him with his own words.
Timothy Xavier still didn’t move away from , his sharp nose almost touching my face, and he said lightly, "You forgot, it’s been over a month since the last ti. It’s enough..."
"But... but..."
In my panic, I said with a flushed face, "I’m on my period!"
Timothy finally stopped his actions.
Fearing he wouldn’t believe , I quickly added, "Yes, you saw at the hospital’s obstetrics and gynecology departnt that day, didn’t you? After taking the dicine prescribed by the doctor, my period ca."
Timothy’s expression showed a hint of displeasure; I could even sense a tinge of disappointnt and reluctance in his low breathing.
However, he returned to his position and didn’t touch again.
Having grown up in a wealthy family, his excellent education would not allow him to force a woman.
Because if he wanted to, he wouldn’t lack won; he didn’t need to do this.
However, I didn’t sleep well that night.
First, I was worried about my mother’s illness; second, sleeping beside Timothy Xavier made every cell in my body feel awkward.
...
Fortunately, nothing happened overnight. I got up at the crack of dawn the next day.
Because I didn’t want to stay in that bed with him for another minute.
Timothy heard the noise and got up too.
Sotis he goes to the Buddhist chapel to ditate, getting up as early as five-thirty.
Like now, after freshening up, he said to , "I’ll spend an hour at the chapel, and when I return, we’ll go to the hospital together."
"Okay."
I nodded.
After he went to the chapel, I also washed up, changed my clothes, and went downstairs.
Just as I reached downstairs, I saw Serena with Doris in the living room.
She was obviously startled to see and subconsciously asked, "Why are you here?"
Because I ca down from upstairs, she must have thought I moved back into the master bedroom, ready to reconcile with Timothy Xavier.
After all, the things her mother said and did yesterday were truly cheap, and she’s probably worried now that Timothy Xavier might bla her for Mrs. Sawyer’s actions.
"Miss Sawyer forgot, I haven’t divorced Timothy Xavier yet, so isn’t it quite normal for to be here? Yesterday, it was Timothy Xavier who moved my things to the master bedroom."
After I finished speaking, Serena’s face turned even more somber.
Just then, Timothy Xavier ca over.
He must have heard the maid’s reply and knew that his lover and daughter had co.
As soon as Doris saw him, she called out ’Daddy,’ and instantly, Serena’s face turned into a look of grievance.
"Miss Ellison, please, you must forgive my mom."
She choked up, "Last night, I didn’t sleep well at all, only feeling that this ti, I’ve wronged you too much. I’m so sorry for letting you suffer like this..."
Seeing Serena cry, Doris asked sympathetically, "Mom, why are you crying? Please don’t cry, okay? When you cry, Doris wants to cry too..."
As she spoke, she also began to cry.
Seeing this, Timothy Xavier quickly went over to pick up his daughter and comfort her.
Serena sniffled and said, "Timothy, I ca today to apologize on behalf of my mom."
Timothy Xavier said softly, "It’s all in the past. What your mom did isn’t sothing you could control. I know it has nothing to do with you."
Serena smiled through her tears and said, "Timothy, as long as you believe in , any grievance I suffer is worth it! I’ve already thought of a way to clear Miss Ellison’s na. Rest assured, I won’t let her bear the bla."
"What way?"
There was worry in Timothy’s eyes, seemingly afraid that Serena would get hurt.
Serena shook her head and said, "You don’t need to worry about it. Your company has so many things to handle, you shouldn’t bother with won’s affairs. Leave it to , I promise to give Miss Ellison an explanation."
I was too tired to watch her act and directly asked Timothy, "Are you going to the hospital or not? If you’re not going, I’ll go by myself."
At this point, Doris clung to Timothy’s neck and said, "Daddy, you haven’t played with Mom and for so long! Today is the weekend, please spend the day with us!"
Timothy’s eyes were filled with tenderness and doting, and he explained to his daughter, "Daddy has sothing to do today. I’ll be with you once it’s done, okay?"
"No! I want Daddy to stay with us now. Mom’s crying, and Daddy must comfort her properly!"
Doris clung to Timothy’s neck and wouldn’t let go.
I smirked, finding this all pointless from beginning to end!
I didn’t wait for Timothy any longer and left with my bag.
Timothy called after , but I ignored him.
After all, at tis like these, hasn’t he always chosen Serena or his daughter?
Even if I waited, it would only be humiliating. Why waste ti here?
At the hospital.
A group of experts surrounded Xavier Group’s equipnt for research.
When I arrived, the dean said to , "There’s a slight problem with this equipnt. We’ve been debugging it for a long ti, but we still can’t reach the original paraters. Could you possibly contact President Xavier and have him send Xavier Group’s internal R&D team to take a look?"
I had a bit of a headache.
At that mont...
Timothy Xavier was probably still at ho with his daughter!
Moreover, when I left just now, I didn’t wait for him and even snubbed him.
At that mont, I heard Timothy Xavier’s voice approaching from afar, "What problem has occurred with the equipnt?"
Surprised, I turned around to find Timothy Xavier had actually co.
The dean explained the situation to Timothy Xavier.
But now, the chief designer of the equipnt, Miles Sawyer, had been taken away for investigation and definitely couldn’t co.
Moreover, Miles ended up like this; although he deserved it, ultimately, I was the one who exposed him.
If he knew it was for adjusting equipnt for my mother, he might not co either.
The things I could think of, Timothy Xavier obviously could too.
He said displeasedly, "See now how serious it is? I warned you long ago not to make enemies with the Sawyer Family."
"These words should be directed at people in the academic circle."
So many people cited Miles Sawyer’s false data, spending imnse manpower and resources conducting experints based on it.
Possibly spending many years, achieving nothing.
I don’t think there was anything wrong with exposing Miles Sawyer.
Timothy Xavier should also understand that what Miles did was wrong.
So he didn’t continue arguing with but took out his phone to make a call.
Soon, a middle-aged man in his fifties arrived at the hospital.
Narrowly built, he bore a slight resemblance to Miles and Serena Sawyer.
I imdiately realized that this person was likely Serena and Miles’ father.
When I investigated Miles Sawyer’s background, I discovered his father, Peter Sawyer, was also a renowned figure in the academic world.
Now, I finally understood how Miles Sawyer, being a late-starting Ph.D. holder, managed to produce so many top-notch academic papers.
Even though I thought a lot internally, I couldn’t blatantly scrutinize Peter Sawyer due to his status in the academic field.
When Peter Sawyer saw , he suddenly halted, a trace of surprise etched across his face.
Gazing into his distant and unfocused eyes, I felt as though he was looking through , seeing soone else.
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