Guinevere curled up in the rocking chair and wrapped hersell in a blanket as she looked at the distant
landscape.
She had fewer and fewer things to do now. She could not even visit Zachary anymore. In her case, she
would not be sent to the hospital. Instead, the Ford family would let a private doctor come and treat her.
In their circle, her condition would be considered a family scandal, so it would be kept a secret.
Even if it was exposed, the two families would certainly find a way to cover it up. After all, this was a
scandal. The fewer people who knew, the better.
It was a bit chilly on the balcony Guinevere wrapped her coat tightly around her and said to the nanny,
“Help me prepare the driver and car. I have to go out.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Wendy did not stop Guinevere from going out. She only reminded her, “Come back early in the
evening.’ Zachary did not need her at all, so what would be the point of her coming back early?
Guinevere found it ridiculous, but she did not show it. She said goodbye to Wendy respectfully and left.
At the hospital, in Henry’s ward.
A nurse was pushing Henry back into the room when he saw Guinevere, who suddenly came to visit.
His eyes did not change, and he glanced at the nurse. The nurse understood immediately and stepped
aside, leaving the room for them. The door slammed shut, and Guinevere finally came to her senses.
She turned around and looked at him with a smile. “You’re back.” “What’s on your mind? You’re so
deep in thought.” Guinevere did not even notice when the nurse brought Henry over. Her eyes
darkened. “It’s the same old thing. “I heard you have postpartum depression.” The families kept the
news under wraps for a while, but some sources still caught wind of it. Rumor had it that Guinevere
was depressed after giving birth, which made sense. Guinevere did not say anything. She stood behind
him, pushed his wheelchair to the sofa, and poured him a glass of water. Henry accepted it graciously
and took a sip. Then, he put the cup away on the table. “Did you come here to talk to me?”
Guinevere’s expression changed. She felt a little bad for coming and talking to Henry several
times only for Weston’s sake
“Sorry, Henry. Did I trouble you?” Henry smiled a little. The look on his face did not change, but his
voice was soft. “You know I won’t say no to you.”
Guinevere was relieved to hear that as her eyes turned red. Henry was the only one she could show
her most vulnerable side to.
“I really don’t know what to do… I thought having a baby would make things better between us, but I
didn’t expect we would drift further apart.”
Henry looked at the reflected light on the glass table and the bouquets that others brought when they
visited him. He did not like flowers, but there was one person who did.
He seemed a little distracted thinking of that person.
Guinevere rambled for a long time without hearing any response from Henry. Hence, she looked at him
and asked, “Henry, what’s wrong?”
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