From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 94

Oh, right. He almost forgot. The man was the father of the child, but the woman seemed to be the other woman.

“Sir, didn’t you know your daughter is allergic to mangoes?” The doctor’s tone was sharp.

Peter instantly thought of the little piece of cake at lunch. His eyelid twitched. “Doctor, her mother usually takes care of these things. I… I didn’t know.”

“But, doctor, we only let her have three bites. Could she really get sick from that?”

The doctor looked at him like he was clueless. “You think she only had three bites? Her grandma said she finished the rest in the car when no one was watching. Don’t underestimate a slice of cake. Maybe there wasn’t much mango, but it was enough to give her a full-body rash. What if she’d eaten a whole mango? Do you have any idea how dangerous allergies are? People can die.”

The doctor wasn’t holding back at all. “I’ve never seen a parent this careless. Really. Maybe pay more attention to your kid, and less to… other things.”

He shot Jessie a look that made her uncomfortable. She opened her mouth to say something, but Peter called her outside first.

“Peter, I’m sorry. I didn’t know Olga was allergic to mangoes.” Jessie’s voice was full of regret. She kept replaying the moment she’d encouraged Olga to try the cake.

Peter’s face was ice cold. “It’s fine. This is on me.” He’d been careless. He’d had a bad feeling, but still let his daughter eat the cake.

Back in the hospital room, Olga was already asleep. Autumn sat by the bed, her heart aching. “Peter, how could you be so careless? Didn’t you know Olga is allergic to mangoes?”

Everyone in the family knew. Everyone except him. The one time he took Olga out, she ended up in the hospital.

Peter felt a heavy guilt settle in his chest.

“Alright, enough,” Autumn said, softening. “We caught it in time. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Both Autumn and Peter thought of Eleanor at the same time. If Eleanor had been here, none of this would have happened. She always paid close attention to what Olga ate, usually doing everything herself. Sometimes, Olga even thought her mom was too strict.

Autumn let out a sigh. “Peter, is Eleanor still refusing to come back?”

Peter’s jaw tightened. “I’ll try again.”

“Ready to go, Mr. Clarkson?”

“Yeah.”

He slipped off his suit jacket and held it in front of his stomach, quietly rubbing at the pain underneath. When they got out of the elevator, they went their separate ways.

Max’s brow was still furrowed in pain as he called his driver. “Buy me some stomach medicine and bring it over.”

The driver didn’t get it. Why hadn’t Mr. Clarkson said something sooner?

Once the medicine kicked in, Max took the shopping bags from the entryway and hung the dresses in his closet. Then he texted his assistant, “Get a set of jade jewelry ready for Marleigh.”

As for the dresses? Just another move in his plan to win her over.