Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 218: Missing Her Like Crazy

Wren Sutton returned home to find the living room bathed in morning light.

She didn’t even have time to change into her slippers, heading straight upstairs to the bedroom. Before she even reached the door, she could hear her two children crying from the hallway.

Wren anxiously pushed the door open and saw the babies’ little faces flushed red from crying.

"Young Madam, you’re finally back."

"Yes. Give the baby to me."

Wren Sutton took her baby girl from the nanny’s arms and gently cooed a few words to her.

"Mommy’s back. Don’t cry, sweetie. Kisses."

Just as she’d hoped, as soon as the baby girl was in her mother’s arms, her cries gradually subsided into soft sobs. She gazed up at her mother with wide, teary eyes, her tiny hand unconsciously grabbing a lock of Wren’s hair.

A relieved, gentle smile spread across Wren’s face as she kissed her child’s forehead.

"You missed Mommy, didn’t you?"

"Mommy didn’t mean to stay away. I was at the hospital last night because Daddy’s back."

The baby girl seemed to understand. She stopped crying and began waving her little hands, babbling adorably.

"You’re such a smart, good girl. You can understand what Mommy’s saying."

The moment Wren finished speaking, her baby boy, who had been crying softly, suddenly burst into loud wails.

The nanny quickly brought the boy over to Wren.

Wren dotingly stroked her son’s little head. "Now that your sister’s all better, it’s your turn, big brother."

The boy was just as clever. The crying stopped the instant he was in his mother’s arms, and his little mouth curved into a happy smile.

"Vying with your sister for attention. What a little rascal."

Wren played with the two children for a while. The nanny prepared two bottles of formula, and the two little ones drank their milk with gusto.

Perhaps their earlier crying had tired them out, because both babies grew drowsy after finishing their milk.

The nanny picked up the babies and patted their backs, making sure they didn’t spit up before gently placing the sleeping infants into their cribs.

Only after seeing her children sound asleep did Wren finally feel at ease.

She hadn’t slept at all the previous night. Now, overcome with exhaustion, she grabbed a quick bite, took a shower, and went straight to bed.

For the next few days, Wren didn’t go to the hospital. The children were clinging to her desperately, and she couldn’t bear to make them cry.

The Lancasters were all understanding. No one gave her a hard time about it.

"Wren, don’t worry. Stay home. There are doctors, nurses, and orderlies at the hospital. You don’t have to worry about Adrian not being cared for."

"The children are still so young; they need their mother. I explained it to Adrian today, and he didn’t complain."

...

「Hospital.」

The images from his dream refused to leave his mind.

Wren Sutton, suitcase in hand, walked toward another man without a single glance back. The man’s face was a blur; Adrian felt like he knew him, yet he was a stranger.

In the dream, Adrian Lancaster shouted, trying to make Wren stay, but no sound came out. All he could do was watch helplessly as she disappeared from sight...

Cold sweat soaked through Adrian’s hospital gown. He sat up in bed, gasping for air, an empty feeling hollowing out his chest.

The clock on the wall pointed to five in the morning. The entire hospital was deathly silent, save for the rhythmic beeping of the monitor.

「During morning rounds.」

"Director Foster, I want to be discharged," Adrian said. His voice was hoarse from lack of sleep, but his gaze was exceptionally sharp.

Director Foster’s brow furrowed. He clearly disagreed.

"Last night’s heart rate monitor showed several abnormal fluctuations. Under these circumstances, you can’t be discharged."

"Those fluctuations are because I’m trapped here."

"..."

"I’ve been in the hospital for almost a week. All my bodily functions have returned to normal. I demand to be discharged today."

Director Foster shook his head. "That’s not possible."

"Why not?" Adrian’s voice rose as he demanded angrily.

A nurse rushed over at the sound of his voice, but Director Foster waved her away.

Director Foster calmly faced the agitated Adrian.

"Medical data shows that your physical condition doesn’t permit a discharge. You need to remain under observation and treatment."

"Observe what? Treat what?" Adrian’s voice trembled with rage.

"I have the same nightmare every night. I dream that my wife is leaving me. That kind of mental torture is more lethal than any disease."

Director Foster was silent for a moment before closing the medical chart.

"From a medical perspective, dreams are a manifestation of the subconscious. You need psychological counseling, not..."

"I don’t need counseling! I need to go home! Once I’m home and I see my wife, the nightmares will stop!" Adrian practically roared.

Director Foster looked at the man who was usually so calm and self-possessed, now like a caged beast with bloodshot, frantic eyes.

"I’m telling you again, both as the director of this hospital and as your attending physician: in your current state, you cannot be discharged. You need to stay for a few more days of observation."

Adrian didn’t hear a word. The sense of powerless passivity made him lose his reason. He began to argue with Director Foster, even throwing things.

Just then, Lucia Lancaster pushed the door open, a thermal lunch box in her hand. She was startled by the scene before her.

"Brother, what are you doing? Are you fighting with Director Foster?"

Director Foster sighed wearily. "Lucia, your brother is demanding to be discharged, and I won’t allow it. It’s good that you’re here. Please, try to talk some sense into him."

Lucia looked apologetic. "I’m so sorry, Uncle Foster. I apologize for all the trouble. I’ll be sure to have a good talk with my brother."

Director Foster nodded and left the room.

Lucia picked up the things on the floor and put them back in their place, then pulled up a chair and sat by the bed.

"Brother, if Director Foster won’t discharge you, it’s definitely because your condition isn’t stable enough. He’s doing it for your own good. Why would you start a fight with him?"

Adrian was defiant. "I know my own body. Don’t bother trying to persuade me."

Lucia: "..."

"I dreamt that your sister-in-law left me." Adrian’s voice was barely a whisper. "She left with another man. No matter how loud I shouted, she couldn’t hear me. The rain was so heavy... she just vanished into it without ever looking back."

Lucia was stunned. She had never seen Adrian so vulnerable.

This man, a commanding figure in the business world and whose word was law at home, now seemed like a lost child, his eyes filled with panic.

"You want to be discharged because of this dream?"

Adrian stared at the ceiling, his eyes vacant. "Lucia, you don’t understand. I miss her so much I’m going insane."

"Brother, I do understand," Lucia blurted out.

"But it was just a dream," she comforted him. "Don’t let your imagination run wild. My sister-in-law isn’t that kind of person. She would never abandon you and the children to run off with someone else."

"You dreamt about her because you miss her so much and you’re terrified of losing her. But that doesn’t mean she’s betraying you."

"But what if she really does want to leave?" Adrian’s voice was bitter, his stomach in knots.

Lucia suddenly understood something.

Her brother’s feelings for his wife weren’t just simple longing. It was a soul-deep fear of being abandoned, of the person he loved most leaving him.

"Brother, you’re overthinking this. There’s no way my sister-in-law would leave you."

"You sound so sure."

"I am. I’m one hundred percent sure. Because before you came back, she explicitly rejected another man. It caused quite a scene; even Grandma had to get involved."

Adrian’s body went rigid. "What did you say?!"

"If my sister-in-law had no feelings for you, why would she have rejected that man?" Lucia retorted.

Adrian demanded impatiently, "Who is he?"

Lucia: "Spencer Sawyer."

The air in the hospital room seemed to freeze.

Adrian’s face turned ashen. The images from his dream intertwined with reality, and the blurry face of the man suddenly sharpened into focus. That was right. It was Spencer Sawyer.