Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 3

Daniel didn’t hear Aurora’s pained whispers. He simply pulled the blanket gently up around her shoulders and murmured, “Get some rest. I’ll come check on you in a bit.”

He had no desire to argue with a wife already worn out by her own anxieties.-

Suddenly, the hospital room door crashed open, the bang echoing off the walls. A sharp, angry voice cut through the silence. “Aurora, you’re picking on Eleanor again, aren’t you?”

A tall man strode in, his features strikingly similar to Aurora’s, though twisted now in anger. Samuel Quinn paused for half a second when he saw how pale she looked, but the concern vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a harsher accusation.

“You knew today was Eleanor’s birthday, and yet you still made a scene in the middle of the night. Who are you trying to upset?” Samuel glared furiously at his sister, practically vibrating with rage. “Are you only happy when the whole family can’t get a moment’s peace?”

In his mind, Aurora was faking her illness just to ruin Eleanor’s birthday party.

Aurora clenched her fists, pain radiating through her body as she lay there, but her loving brother could only scold her for being sick, for coming to the hospital at all.

The bitterness inside her boiled over.

“Since when can you schedule when you get sick?” she shot back coldly, her voice hoarse and thick with sarcasm.

Samuel’s eyes filled with disgust and impatience. “Fine. Forget being sick. Tell me this—Eleanor came here out of kindness, so why did you make her cry?”

He’d seen Eleanor wiping her eyes in the hallway just now. He didn’t even need to ask to know Aurora must have hurt her.

That was how Aurora always was: prickly, as if the world owed her something.

Aurora looked past Samuel—to where Eleanor stood just behind him, eyes red and brimming with tears, looking gentle and fragile.

“It’s not Aurora’s fault,” Eleanor mumbled, dabbing at her eyes. “I… I just got something in my eye, that’s all.”

Her explanation only poured fuel on the fire.

If Daniel’s doubts were a knife to Aurora’s heart, Samuel’s words were a volley of arrows, each one finding its mark.

Aurora began to tremble, rage and hurt surging through her. She grabbed her pillow and hurled it at Samuel, her voice raw and broken. “Get out! Just get out!”

Tears streamed down her face, shining in her desperate, wounded eyes.

She’d never expected Samuel to be a good brother, but she never thought he’d say something so cruel.

Samuel batted the pillow aside, his own anger rising to a fever pitch. Words tumbled out unchecked. “Am I wrong? That kid isn’t even born yet, and you’re already using it as an excuse. Aren’t you afraid something might actually happen to it before it ever sees the light of day?”

His words were vicious, beyond forgiveness.

“That’s enough,” Daniel said, his voice hard and low, as he shot Samuel a long, warning look.