Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 147

Over the past few years, Leonard had kept a close eye on developments in the medical world. He knew just how far medicine had come—problems that once seemed insurmountable were now being solved, one by one.

Cases like Winifred’s, for example: more and more rehabilitation centers were opening, determined to find better ways to help people regain what they’d lost. Even overseas, specialists were pioneering surgeries that might one day offer a real cure for those living with lifelong disabilities.

Leonard couldn't help but feel hopeful. He had never given up on her—not once. If, one day, she really could stand and walk again, maybe the guilt that weighed on his heart would finally ease, and he could begin to live his own life without that shadow.

“That’s good to hear,” his grandmother said, her tone gentle but firm. “But you need to be careful around that woman. No matter what’s happened between the two of you, don’t let it come between you and your wife.”

“Marguerite is a generous soul, but she’s only human. Even if she doesn’t say anything, even if she tries to be understanding, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. You need to pay attention—don’t take her feelings for granted.”

She repeated her warning, anxious that Marguerite might be suffering in silence.

“I know, Grandma,” Leonard assured her, his voice steady. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle everything. Marguerite already knows about all this, and she understands. She even said she’d help me work through it. But I won’t let it become a burden for her.”

Leonard had always been someone who understood boundaries—he never acted without thinking, and he always had a plan.

He glanced at his grandmother, her face lined with concern. “And Grandma, you don’t need to worry about Aaron’s family. I would never push things so far that they couldn’t get by—I’d never leave them desperate.”

“But sometimes, when I see how cold they are to you, how heartless, it really makes me angry.”

By the time Leonard left her room, it was late. He returned to his study, quickly scanning through a few work emails before getting ready for bed.

He was just about to turn in when his phone rang unexpectedly. At this hour, who could possibly be calling?

He glanced at the screen—Winifred’s housekeeper.

“Sir, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but Ms. Brown has had a fever all day that just won’t break. I’ve tried to convince her to go to the hospital, but she absolutely refuses. And tonight, she started drinking—she won’t even take her medication!”