"He didn''t mistreat me, it''s just..." Rosalie paused for a moment, suddenly at a loss for words.


    "Just what?" Christopher pressed further. "If he treated you well, why did you two divorce? I heard the mistress he had an affair with and Seb are currently in the same hospital."


    Rosalie put her hands on her knees, her fingers intertwining with each other uneasily.


    “I can chase that homewrecker away,” Christopher said, wanting to do something for her.


    Rosalie didn''t expect Christopher to go to such an extent for her. It seemed he really doted on Sebastian, and in turn her.


    She squeezed out a smile. "Thank you, but there''s no need for that. I don''t care for that."


    "Really? Theodore Spencer betrayed you for another woman, and divorced you. Knowing that his mistress and your husband are in the same hospital right now, don''t you feel upset? You have the Carters backing you up now. I can help you. You don''t need to take this lying down. You can pay back those who have hurt you tenfold."


    Even Christopher was getting upset.


    Rosalie shook her head.


    "No, I''m not upset. It''s not because I''m tolerating it, but because I really don''t care anymore. I might have felt angry or indignant before the divorce, but now, I don''t feel so strongly about these things. After all, I''ve started my new life afresh. I don''t want to waste my time and emotions on people or things of the past. Also, I think dealing with a woman like Cynthia isn''t worth your time or effort."


    Every word she said came from the depths of her heart.


    Christopher nodded. "Since you insist upon it, I won''t force you. If you need any help, just tell me."


    Rosalie nodded. “Thank you for your concern. I''ll tell you if I need any help. You''ve already helped me so much."


    When she was surrounded by the patients'' kin at the hospital before, Christopher was the one who came in the nick of time to rescue her.


    "We''re family now. Please don''t stand on ceremony with me when you encounter any issues in the future. I know Seb''s father isn''t easy to deal with. You can look for me if he makes things difficult for you."


    "Alright, I got it." Rosalie was polite, but she was clearly trying to keep her distance.


    Christopher knew that despite her verbal assurance, he wouldn''t be the first person she asked for help if she needed it. He admitted he might have been impatient in suddenly being so enthusiastic around her, which would surely raise her suspicions.


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    "This soup tastes pretty good, and it''s very nutritious. Do you want some? I know you''ve had dinner, but I''m sure a bit of soup is fine. You don''t look too good, and you look like you need some nourishment. I''m sure it''s been tough taking care of Seb recently."


    Rosalie lifted a hand, and caressed her cheek. Just now, Theodore kept saying that she didn''t look too good. Was it so obvious?


    Perhaps it was because of her pregnancy.


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    the baby''s nutrition as well. Even if she didn''t feel like it, she had to eat.


    ''Alright, then.''


    She would drink the soup for the sake of the baby, even if she didn''t want to.


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    finished every drop of it.


    "Do you want another bowl?" he asked.


    She shook her head. "No thanks, I''ve had my fill. Perhaps next time."


    Christopher didn''t force her. After dinner, the two of them left the private room.


    "I''ll head back to the hospital," Rosalie said.


    "Let me send you back."


    "No need. It''s just a few minutes away. I can walk back by myself."


    Facing her insistence, Christopher nodded. “Alright, then. Take care on your way back."


    Rosalie nodded as well; she was about to walk off, when a wave of nausea suddenly struck her.


    She hurried over to a waiter. "Where''s the washroom?"


    The waiter pointed in a direction. "Over there."


    Rosalie hurried to the washroom. Rushing in, she immediately vomited, puking out all the soup she drank.


    After rinsing her mouth, she left the washroom, only to see Christopher still waiting for her at the entrance.