From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 46

Peter got the hint and kept quiet about Jessie taking Olga swimming. He wasn’t about to mention it unless Jessie said something first.

“Eleanor, Olga is your daughter. You haven’t been home in over a week, and now you show up here, grilling her and grilling me?”

“Does this really help anyone?”

“If you actually cared about your daughter, maybe you would have called home once in a while.”

Eleanor felt like talking to them was pointless. All they wanted to do was pin everything on her. Nothing else seemed to matter.

Just then, the attending doctor came in to check on Olga. He listened to her heart and lungs. “I’ll have them add an expectorant to her IV, but you still need to do the nebulizer treatments twice a day, morning and night. If she coughs up any phlegm, help her spit it out. Don’t let her swallow it.” He finished giving instructions and started to leave.

Eleanor called after him. “Doctor, I’m Olga’s mother. Can you tell me why she got this lung infection?”

The doctor raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jessie and Peter with a look that was almost amused. “You’re the mother?”

“Yes. I am.”

Peter jumped in, sounding nervous. “Eleanor, the doctor’s really busy. Let him see to the other patients.”

The doctor didn’t seem bothered. He actually looked like he was enjoying the drama. “I have a minute. If you want to know why your daughter got sick, maybe ask her why she thought it was a good idea to take a kid swimming on a chilly autumn night.”

He walked off, looking like he’d just watched an episode of his favorite soap. Honestly, who takes a child swimming in this weather? Only someone who isn’t her real mother, he guessed.

Eleanor let out a cold laugh. “So, Olga, this is what you meant when you said it was my fault for not taking care of you when you were sick?”

“You two are really something. Jessie, is it that hard to admit you messed up?”

“And you,” she said, turning to Olga, “since you hate me so much, maybe I’ll just stop being your mom. How’s that?”

Peter saw her face twist with pain, and his chest tightened, but his voice was still ice cold. “Apologize.”

A sharp scream rang out from the bed. “Mommy, you’re so mean! Why did you hit Mommie Jessie? Go away! Get out!”

The numbers on the monitor shot up. Peter was fuming. “Just go home. Olga doesn’t need you here.”

He was the one who called her, and now he was the one driving her out.

This man couldn’t see what was right in front of him, and their daughter was just as blind. Both of them, hearts and eyes full of Jessie, their perfect Jessie.

She was the fool. She never should have let herself care. She never should have come.

Eleanor forced herself not to wince at the pain in her back. She looked at them all, chin held high, her voice cold and clear. “Remember what you’ve said today. I’m never coming back.”