Dr. Phillip's wife pushed him away with defiance.
"I am not sick; I am fine," she said as she went upstairs.
Dr. Phillip put his hand on his head and sighed. He sat down on the couch, his fingers tapping impatiently on the polished wood surface of the coffee table. He furrows his brow, and a deep sigh escapes his lips. Why is his wife so stubborn?
[Flashback ends]
He ran a hand through his hair.
"Do you know why she doesn't want to see the doctor?" Yvonne asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
Yvonne leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on Dr. Phillip. Her lips are pressed into a thin line.
