You Are My Mr Right

“Do you have something you’re not telling me?” His voice was low and calm.

Freya shivered.

The drowsiness was gone.

She opened her eyes to look at him.

But the room was too dark.

She couldn’t see his expression.

She could only feel that he was looking at her.

She moved her lips, feeling a sharp dryness in her throat.

“You already know about my situation, don’t you?” Freya said.

Elijah’s hand on her waist tightened, pulling her close to him, her delicate body pressed against his.

Her breath caught for a moment.

She whispered, “Elijah…”

“You went to the hospital today,” Elijah said by her ear.

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Her body tensed.

After a while, she slowly calmed down.

“You… knew?” she asked softly.

“Mm.”

…

Silence, just silence.

Endless silence.

No one spoke.

The only sound was the quiet beating of their hearts, distinctly audible.

Thump, thump…

After a long while, Freya broke the silence, “Will you be upset?”

“No.”

Freya looked up.

Trying to see his expression.

But in the dim light, there was only a blurry silhouette.

“If this happens again in the future, tell me.”

Elijah ran his fingers through her hair, “Don’t bear it alone.”

Freya nestled in his embrace, “Don’t you like daughters?”

“I have two sons,” he said, “That’s enough.”

Freya closed her eyes and nudged closer to him, “Mm.”

If Freya were healthy and able to conceive, if she didn’t want to, perhaps he would feel a bit regretful that he would never have a daughter in this lifetime.

But her body couldn’t handle it.

This time was irreversible.

It wasn’t her fault.

In her heart, in her body, the trauma she endured was deeper than his.

Especially at times like this, the more you should be good to her.

Understanding her.

Accepting her.

Perhaps only then could you comfort her.

…

In the morning, Freya wore casual clothes.

After breakfast.

Freya stood on her tiptoes, trying to tie Elijah’s tie.

She wasn’t very adept, and no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t get it right.

Her brow furrowed involuntarily.

Elijah laughed, “Let me do it myself!”

Freya clasped her hands behind her back and asked, “Am I very clumsy?”

Elijah said no.

It seemed that she needed to learn a lot to become a good wife and mother.

Elijah tied the tie, and Freya walked him downstairs and sent him off in the car.

She went back to tidy up the dining table, put Morton to sleep, and then left.

Today, she was prepared to officially resign.

Arriving at the hospital, she informed Neo and asked him to tell everyone to gather in the conference room.

Neo asked, “Are you going to announce your resignation?”

Freya nodded.

“Sorry, you can’t,” Neo said.

Freya, “???”

“You have to participate in a live broadcast,” Neo explained.

Their artificial heart had been approved, and mass production was next, though it wouldn’t be a large quantity in a year due to its complexity and high technical difficulty.

This needed publicity to reach more patients in need of an artificial heart.

“And the patient who was cured in your operation will be with you.”

Freya wasn’t good at this kind of thing.

“Do I have to go?”

“Yes,” Neo replied affirmatively.

Freya said, “Then you go for me.”

“I can’t,” Neo said, “You hold the position of the hospital director, successfully using the heart we developed to save a patient declared terminally ill by doctors. Only you have the credibility.”

But she refused.

She knew it was a good thing.

But she was about to resign and go home.

“Let Mr. Pierce go.”

After she left, she hoped he would take her place.

Mr. Pierce was a responsible and capable senior in the hospital, she could tell.

“But…”

“Just go find Mr. Pierce.”

Freya went to pack up her things in the office.

Neo sighed helplessly.

He had to go find Mr. Pierce.

However, Mr. Pierce also refused.

Because he hadn’t performed the operation, he felt it was inappropriate.

Neo had to find Freya again and tell her, “Mr. Pierce doesn’t want to go.”

Freya, “…”