Marshall had a rough idea about the situation after a glance at Peter.
He gave a cold smile, didn’t put Peter on the spot.
After that, Katherine also caught on.
She sighed silently and looked away.
Embarrassed, Peter stood up immediately and changed the topic, "Well, I brought the food. Enjoyed it
while it’s hot."
Peter went to set the bed table up for Katherine and put the dishes up one by one.
It was indeed a bland diet. Katherine looked around and found that almost all the dishes were
tasteless.
Katherine was a little upset. "What did you buy for me? How can I eat them?"
Peter said with a serious face, "Since you have stomach problem, you have to eat bland now. Don’t
hate them. Once your stomach recovers, you can eat whatever you want."
After that, Peter turned around and put the dishes he bought for Marshall and himself on the table.
Now Katherine was even more upset.
She snapped, "What do you mean by that? What are you guys having?"
Peter looked innocent. "We’re eating seafood and meat. What’s wrong?"
Katherine looked at Peter with a sullen face.
Peter just ignored her and went on putting the dishes on the table.
Then he told Marshall, "Boss, come on, let’s eat, our stomaches are healthy, so of course we can eat
anything we want.”
Katherine stared at Peter with her teeth clenched.
Marshall acted as if he hadn’t seen anything and said after he took two bites, "I have some
arrangement tomorrow night, and you don’t have to go with me. You can just stay here."
Katherine was stunned, and immediately said, "I can leave hospital tomorrow."
Marshall turned to look at Katherine. "You have to listen to the doctor."
Katherine nodded. "I asked the doctor about my illness. After few drips, all I need to do is go back
home and take rest, and I don’t need to stay in hospital anymore."
Marshall frowned habitually. "Peter, ask the doctor about it tomorrow."
Katherine pulled a long face. So did it mean that Marshall didn’t believe her?
Holding his bowl, Peter was busy eating. “Got it, I’ll ask the doctor in a while."
Katherine looked down at her porridge and boiled vegetables, and then watched the two of them eating
seafood and meat not far away from her.
Katherine felt life is meaningless.
So what’s the point of having so much money for?
Since Katherine was upset, she didn’t eat too much.
Soon she putted down the chopsticks and leaned back.
Even though this was a VIP suite ward, Katherine didn’t feel comfortable staying here, no matter how
classy it was.
Marshall finished eating and left, telling her that he had some business to attend.
Katherine didn’t want to know what the "business" was about exactly.
Peter cleared the table and asked Katherine, "Did the doctor really say that you could leave hospital?"
Katherine nodded, “Yes, just put me on drips for a few days and that’s enough to deal with my stomach
problem, mainly by resting, I can totally take care of it at home, and I don’t need to stay in hospital all
the time."
Peter nodded. "That would be best. You can never feel more comfortable at home than at hospital, and
you’ll have a better mood at home."
Katherine thought for a while and turned to Peter. "What kind of arrangement does your boss have
tomorrow night? With whom?"
Peter lay down on the sofa. "I’m not too sure about this arrangement, but I assume it’s with WF Group."
As he said that, Peter added at once, "The woman you saw last time at the beach was from WF Group.
I told you she was interested in your ex-husband at a glance and you should be more careful."
Katherine sneered, "Why should I be careful? What does it have to do with me?”
However, Katherine rolled her eyes after finished her words.
Peter didn’t notice that, nor did he take it seriously. He just lay on the sofa playing games on his phone.
Katherine took her phone, started contemplating.
When the nurse came again to take the empty drip bottle away, Peter asked her immediately whether
Katherine could leave hospital tomorrow.
The nurse said while clearing things away, "Yes. She has to have another drip tomorrow morning, and
then that’s it. She can leave hospital tomorrow, but…"
The nurse turned to look at Katherine. "When you get back home, you have to take a good rest for the
sake of your stomach. Your stomach condition is really bad. If you don’t take extra care of it, you’ll have
a worse relapse next time."
Katherine nodded. “I know."
When the nurse left, Katherine raised her eyebrows. "I’ll leave hospital tomorrow noon. If you’re free,
come and pick me up."
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