His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 700

"Which hospital do you want to go to?" Niamh asked softly as she started the car. "I don't… want to go to a hospital…" Niamh glanced at Jonathan in the back seat. "Your stomach is in this much pain and you don't want to go to the hospital?" "No…" "Why not?" After she asked, Niamh waited a long time before Jonathan finally answered. "Because… you'll leave."

"What?" Niamh didn't understand what he meant at first. Curled up on the back seat, his tall frame looked contorted in pain, clear evidence that the medicine hadn't provided any real relief. As she drove, Niamh watched him in the rearview mirror, a strange fire of frustration building inside her. "You have to go to the hospital. Since you won't choose, I'll pick one." "No…" Jonathan protested again, his voice faint. "I don't want to go… Every time I go to the hospital… you leave… I don't want anyone else…"

By the end, his voice was more like a delirious mumble. As the sole heir to the Thomas family, the moment he was admitted, a flood of visitors would arrive. Even if Niamh didn't leave, it would be nearly impossible for them to be alone. "I want… to go home… Take me home…" "I'm not Prescott. I'm not your subordinate, and I don't take orders from you," Niamh retorted. That was the last thing Jonathan vaguely heard before his consciousness faded to black.

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Jonathan had expected to wake up to the overwhelming smell of antiseptic. The smell of a hospital. He'd expected to see pristine white curtains and bedsheets, to hear the beeping of monitors and the drip of an IV. Instead… the first thing he registered was the sound of a piano.

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