"Don't push yourself too hard, Michael," Mary sighed as she spoke.
"I won't. It's all good." Michael smiled and turned to Jake. "Come on. Go with your grandma to get some rest."
Seeing how stubborn Michael was, they all said goodbye to Wendy and left. Michael was the only person remaining with her in the room.
Michael suddenly couldn't find anything to say despite his urge to be alone with Wendy.
He walked to her side, put an extra blanket on top of her, and then sat down silently on the chair beside her.
As for Wendy, she wasn't used to her hospital room being so quiet. After all, she had been talking to people for the whole day.
She pouted and whispered, "Michael, are you really my husband?"
To Wendy, the word 'husband' was not yet part of her regularly used vocabulary.
Michael was still nervous to hear Wendy's voice, especially now that he had realized how much trauma he had caused her.
