The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 30

The ER doors burst open with a loud click and the doctor stepped out, pulling off his mask, his voice edged with exhaustion.

“He’s stable now. He’ll wake up soon. But you’ve got to be careful. He’s too young. He can’t handle another incident like this.”

Mr. Ratcliff shuffled forward on his cane, heart in his throat until he saw his grandson lying pale but breathing steadily on the hospital bed. Only then did he finally let out the breath he’d been holding all night.

It was almost dawn when Robbie finally woke up.

He blinked up at Mr. Ratcliff’s stern face and immediately shrank back, eyes darting to Sofia for reassurance.

Sofia’s face was streaked with dried tears, her eyes red and puffy. Robbie quickly blurted out, “Great-Grandpa, please don’t be mad at Auntie.

“I wanted the mango cake. Mom never told me I was allergic. Auntie didn’t know.

“Your mother never told you you’re allergic to mango?” Mr. Ratcliff clearly didn’t buy it.

Robbie’s gaze flickered and he lowered his head. “She really didn’t. Mom never said anything. Please don’t blame Auntie…”

Mr. Ratcliff frowned, studying him. Kids didn’t lie. Could Reese really have kept it quiet out of jealousy, just like Jane suggested?

Jane watched Mr. Ratcliff’s expression, careful and calculating.

“Dad, Reese honestly never mentioned it. There’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a while. Reese always seems so sweet, but she’s got layers. If I ever say anything to her, she just shuts down. And everyone remembers what happened back then—we all know she was behind it.

“If you hadn’t always protected her, I would’ve said something sooner.

“Sofia has always cared about Sebastian most. You can’t blame her for this.”

Mr. Ratcliff’s face grew even darker as he turned to Sebastian. “Did you call Reese?”

“Yeah.” Sebastian rubbed his thumb along his phone case. “She didn’t answer.”

“Go talk to her and get this sorted out!”

Mr. Ratcliff couldn’t help but feel disappointed in Reese. “She’s upset, but her son is in the hospital. How can a mother not come take care of him?”

Sofia glanced at Robbie. “Mr. Ratcliff, whether or not this is my fault, it started with me. Let me look after Robbie. You’re not young anymore. You need to rest. Please—go home and get some sleep.”

Inside, Robbie had just woken up and was grinning at Sofia. “Auntie, you’re so nice. You smell good and you’re soft—way better than Mom.”

Sofia just smiled and ruffled his hair. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“I want sweet potato soup,” Robbie answered after thinking about it.

Whenever he got sick, Reese would make him sweet potato soup. She’d make lots of other good food too, always nagging him to eat more.

Sofia pulled out her phone and ordered takeout. “Okay, I will get that for you.”

About fifteen minutes later, the delivery arrived. Robbie stared at the bowl in front of him, wrinkling his nose.

When Reese made it, the sweet potato would be finely chopped, the soup smelled sweet, and it was warm and delicious. He could have two big bowls. But this soup was just watery soup with a few chunks of sweet potato, some with little dark spots. It looked unappetizing.

He didn’t really want to eat it, but Sofia noticed.

“Why aren’t you eating?”