Wendy stopped.
Repeating herself, she said, "You should be clear about what I mean by now.
Between Christian and me, you can only pick one.
"At first, if you had not overheard what I was telling Michael over the phone, I had no intention of telling you such things so early on.
"Now that you've heard what you have, you must face this crossroad."
Zen had not wanted to overhear Wendy's conversation with Michael.
If only she had not heard it, it would have been better.
If she had not been curious about why the atmosphere at dinnertime was so odd, it would have been better.
Zen was shaking visibly by now but remained silent.
She had no idea how to respond.
They now had arrived at the hospital. Wendy was not in a hurry as she parked the car and alighted with Zen.
