Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 157: Intramuscular Injection, Gluteus Maximus
Spencer Sawyer entered, his hands full.
Mrs. Sutton looked at him with a warm, friendly smile. "Sam, what’s all this...?"
Spencer Sawyer placed the insulated food containers on the dining table.
"Professor Morrison, please do me the honor of trying the breakfast your student made."
Mrs. Sutton didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "You came all this way just to bring your professor breakfast?"
Spencer Sawyer nodded, readily admitting it.
"Professor Morrison, I remember clearly how you’d often miss meals back then just to spend more time lecturing us in class. At the time, I used to think that if I could go home with you after class and cook for you, I might get to hear more of the knowledge you couldn’t share in the lecture hall."
"A wish from my student days that never came true has finally been realized."
A wave of warmth washed over Mrs. Sutton as she listened, her face beaming with a smile.
"Sam, that’s so thoughtful of you. Your professor is very pleased." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Spencer Sawyer grew a little shy from the praise and respectfully invited Mrs. Sutton to sit down for breakfast.
In addition to the portion for his professor, he had also made enough for Wren Sutton and Mr. Sutton.
"Professor, is Mr. Sutton not up yet? And Wren... she..."
Mrs. Sutton opened the food containers. The rich aroma of food wafted out, and combined with the tempting colors, it looked absolutely appetizing.
"My husband went for his morning exercise, and Nina went to the hospital."
The word "hospital" immediately made Spencer Sawyer’s heart tighten with anxiety.
"What’s wrong with Wren? Which hospital did she go to?"
’No wonder I haven’t seen her since I walked in. She wasn’t even home.’
"My daughter is fine. It’s my son-in-law who’s not feeling well. He has a high fever, almost 40 degrees, so Nina took him to the hospital to get it checked out."
Spencer Sawyer’s expression stiffened slightly at her words. A suffocating feeling clogged his chest as he swallowed the bitter, awkward realization that he had been getting his hopes up for nothing.
"Wren and her husband..."
Before, at the coffee shop, he had personally heard Wren Sutton tell Aaron Pierce that she wanted a divorce.
He had naively assumed their relationship had completely fallen apart and had no future, but now it seemed that wasn’t the case.
Wren Sutton still cared a lot about her husband; otherwise, she would never have taken him to the hospital.
’It was just a fever, not some life-threatening illness.’
"The two of them are on very good terms. My son-in-law stayed the night here yesterday, but unexpectedly, he woke up with a fever this morning. I’m not sure what happened." Mrs. Sutton finished with a soft sigh, her words filled with concern and sympathy for her son-in-law.
The more Spencer Sawyer listened, the more bitter he felt.
’Didn’t she decide to get a divorce? Why would they still spend the night together?’
’Could it be that in just a few short days, they’ve already reconciled and are back to how they were before?’
"Sam, what’s wrong? You’ve suddenly gone pale."
Mrs. Sutton’s concerned words broke Spencer Sawyer from his troubled, sorrowful thoughts.
He quickly composed himself, not wanting his professor to notice anything was amiss.
"I’m fine, Professor."
He pretended to glance at the time.
"I have something to take care of at the office, Professor. I should get going. I’ll come see you again when I have time."
Mrs. Sutton stood up and walked him to the door.
"Next time you come, please don’t bring any more of these expensive supplements. I appreciate the kind gesture, but you should save these things for your own parents."
Spencer Sawyer, distracted, agreed absently.
...
「Meanwhile, at the hospital.」
Wren Sutton took Adrian Lancaster to the fever clinic and briefly explained the situation.
The doctor took Adrian Lancaster’s temperature on the spot. It was 39.7 degrees, 0.1 degrees higher than it was at home.
"We need to get his temperature down immediately. An antipyretic injection will work the fastest," the doctor said with professional gravity.
Wren Sutton had no objections. Once at the hospital, you listen to the doctor.
"Okay, let’s do the shot then."
"Oh, right, Doctor. Is it an intramuscular or intravenous injection?"
Doctor: "Intramuscular. In the gluteus maximus."
The words had barely left the doctor’s mouth when Adrian Lancaster coldly retorted, "I refuse."
Doctor: "..."
Wren Sutton gave an awkward laugh, then turned to question Adrian Lancaster.
"Why do you refuse? The shot is to bring your fever down quickly. You’re already burning up at almost 40 degrees, which is very dangerous."
Adrian Lancaster, enduring his discomfort, said, "Give it in the arm."
Wren Sutton wasn’t about to coddle him. "Where you get the shot is the doctor’s call, not yours. This is a hospital, not your company."
Adrian Lancaster was unfazed. "Then let’s go to a different hospital."
Wren Sutton nearly rolled her eyes. "It seems the fever has fried your brain."
Then, she looked at the doctor.
"Doctor, his mind isn’t clear right now. Don’t mind him. Just give him the shot wherever you need to. If he doesn’t cooperate, get a few people to hold him down."
After saying her piece, Wren Sutton stood up and started to walk out, so as not to interfere with the doctor’s work.
Adrian Lancaster followed right behind her, grabbing her wrist tightly, looking both angry and wronged.
"Is this how you treat a sick person!"
