From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 95

Peter sat by his daughter's bedside, lost in thought. Had he really spent so little time with her since getting married? His mother knew about the mango allergy. Eleanor knew too. So why was he the only one who forgot? The doctor had every right to scold him. Peter couldn't think of a single excuse.

Back when Grady was alive, Peter was always watching Jessie, always trying to compete with his brother at work. Now Grady was gone, and Peter felt that emptiness more than he wanted to admit. Sometimes, when things got tough at the company, he missed having someone to talk to, someone who would share the pressure. When he saw the expectation in his mother's eyes, he wished there was someone who could help him carry all that weight. It was a lot, sometimes too much.

More than once, he found himself wishing Grady was still here. Maybe if he was, Eleanor wouldn't have left.

While he was still tangled in these thoughts, his daughter started to wake up. Olga blinked her eyes open, saw her dad, and reached up to rub her face. “Daddy, you’re here.”

Peter felt a sharp pang of guilt. “I’m sorry, Olga. I didn’t know you were allergic to mangoes.”

Olga shook her head, her voice soft. “It’s okay, Daddy. You didn’t know!”

He searched her face. “But you knew, didn’t you?”

Olga nodded. Her mom had reminded her over and over again. Every time she tried to sneak a bite, she’d get a long lecture. The worst time, her mom had even given her a spanking. Olga could still remember it.

But today, sneaking a taste had felt like a secret adventure. When she started to itch afterward, she thought she could handle it. She didn’t say anything, not until it got so bad that she ended up rolling on the floor. That’s when Grandma realized something was wrong.

Feeling guilty, Olga pouted. “Are you going to spank me like Mommy did?” Her big, round eyes filled with tears, about to spill over.

Peter reached out and gently brushed her hair back. His voice was soft and warm. “No, honey, I’m not mad at you. I just want you to understand. When Mommy got upset, it was because she loves you and was scared for you. Do you get that?”

It was a shame that neither Olga nor Peter really understood this. Peter was still quietly blaming Eleanor, wondering how she could be so heartless. All this time had passed, and she hadn’t called him, not even once. She hadn’t called Olga either. Was it really because of something a child had said? Or because of one little mistake he’d made?

Meanwhile, Max had been dealing with a stomachache for two days. He sent his meal requests to Eleanor himself, asking for nothing but soup. Eleanor just assumed he was trying to eat healthier.

But when she saw a nearly empty box of stomach medicine on the coffee table, she started to worry. She messaged Max’s butler. “Monty, is Mr. Clarkson not feeling well?”

Monty replied right away. “Yes, Ms. Rolland. He ate something bad a couple of days ago and hasn’t been feeling right since.”

A couple of days ago. Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat. That was the day she’d dragged Max to eat at the convenience store.