"What?!" Valerie exclaimed, shocked. "What did you say?"
"It's exactly what you heard." Max said.
They were currently on their way to the company after settling her discharge.
Even if she still had a fever and her temperature was still a little bit high, she refused to stay in the hospital for another minute, hating the smell and the environment. Let's say, it gave her horrible memories of her time in the asylum.
They weren't the same but the similarities made her nauseous.
She would rather have her treatment at home and then she remembered she didn't really have a home to go to. She sold the house.
"What do you mean you don't have a home?" Max asked with a disgruntled expression. "Am I your husband in name alone? How can you say you don't have a home?"
Valerie gulped. Yeah, she kept forgetting that she had somewhere to run to when there was nowhere else to go. She should really start relying on him more.
