St. Mary's Hospital.
VIP private room.
Ozawa Nami gently handed the prepared herbal medicine to Song Ruhai, who was sitting on the headboard reading a magazine, and said softly.
"Honey, it's time to take your medicine."
Song Ruhai nodded slightly, placed the magazine on the bedside table, and took the bowl.
He took only one sip with a spoon, then frowned and said unhappily, "Why is it so bitter? Didn't I tell you to add sugar?"
Nami Ozawa patiently explained, "The doctor said that adding sugar would reduce the effectiveness of the medicine, and it wouldn't work."
"You're not listening to me anymore, are you!"
As Song Ruhai spoke, he threw the herbal medicine in his hand directly at Ozawa Nami.
With a thud!
The medicine bowl hit Ozawa Nami on the forehead.
A bright red patch appeared on my forehead, followed by a dull ache.
The warm, brown herbal medicine was poured all over Ozawa Nami's face.
The medicine stung her eyes, and Nami Ozawa awkwardly closed them.
Large pieces of herbal medicine slid down his chin and into his collar.
The pungent smell of medicine and the sticky, nauseating aroma were unpleasant.
Nami Ozawa rubbed her eyes, and after a while, she managed to open them with difficulty.
What came into view was Song Ruhai's malicious mockery.
Are you hoping I die soon so you can find someone else?
Upon hearing this...
Tears of grievance and humiliation streamed down Ozawa Nami's face. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she suppressed the surging anger within her and choked out softly.
"Please let me go, let's get a divorce, okay? I can give up everything, I'll leave with nothing..."
Looking into Ozawa Nami's resolute eyes, Song Ruhai felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"Divorce? Have you forgotten what you told me back then?"
On their wedding day, Nami Ozawa promised him that she would never leave him for the rest of her life.
Nami Ozawa sniffed, bit her lip hard, and said in a trembling voice.
"I haven't forgotten, but I've changed my mind. I apologize to you, I'm really sorry, please let me go, okay?"
She married Song Ruhai because she wanted to be with him properly, since he had been kind to her before the marriage. However, after the marriage, he became a completely different person because of his declining health.
She's constantly being hit and humiliated; she really can't take it anymore.
"Is being with me really that painful? Have I wronged you in any way?"
Song Ruhai couldn't accept divorcing Ozawa Nami. When he married her, he swore that he would never marry again and would stay with her for the rest of his life.
He himself didn't know why he and Nami Ozawa had ended up like this.
Undoubtedly, he truly had feelings for Nami Ozawa back then, and even now, he still has feelings for her.
He had already written in his will that he would give 20 percent of the company's shares to Nami Ozawa, which was already quite a lot. He also gave the same amount to his second daughter.
"?!!"
Nami Ozawa stared wide-eyed in surprise.
Was he even speaking human language? Was he still speaking Chinese? She really couldn't understand him.
He beats himself up all over at the drop of a hat, and you still ask if being with him is painful?
Are there really people who are born liking to be abused by their families?
He must be insane, seriously insane, to ask such a stupid question.
Nami Ozawa said frankly.
"It's so painful..."
Looking at his beautiful wife, who appeared disheveled and pitiful, Song Ruhai asked indifferently, "Aren't you ever happy?"
Nami Ozawa replied numbly, "No..."
Song Ruhai suddenly laughed nervously: "You're lying. You were quite happy when you swiped your card."
Pain is normal; a life without pain is like a stagnant pool. With pain, happiness becomes purer.
Nami Ozawa said with a wry smile, "I told you, I can give you everything back, I don't need anything..."
Rather than being beaten every day, she would rather live a simple, poor life, at least without living in fear or suffering physical pain.
Song Ruhai sneered, "Can you afford to pay me back? Do you know how much money you've cost me over the past three years?"
"..."
Ozawa Nami fell silent. She hadn't calculated how much she had spent, but she knew it must be an astronomical figure, because she would retaliate by spending money whenever she was beaten. Song Ruhai had never restricted her spending, and she had spent it as much as she wanted.
Song Ruhai sat up, took a few tissues from the tissue box on the bedside table, and then gently wiped the stains off Ozawa Nami's face, smiling as he spoke.
"Money isn't important. I can give you as much as you want. But if you bring up divorce again, I'll kill you..."
Killing a helpless foreign woman who had immigrated from Japan and had only a seriously ill mother was an easy task for him.
His way of loving someone is to imprison her by his side, regardless of whether she loves him or not, regardless of whether she is in pain or not, as long as she can stay by his side.
"..."
Nami Ozawa closed her eyes in near despair, feeling as if countless tiny needles were piercing her heart at the same time.
Song Ruhai is truly insane, a complete and utter madman.
Buzz buzz buzz!
A cell phone rang from the Hermès bag on the corner of the table.
Nami Ozawa took a step back and whispered, "Can I take this call?"
Song Ruhai tossed the tissue into the trash can beside the bed. "Here you go."
Ozawa Nami took out her phone and saw that the call was from her mother's hospital. She immediately became nervous, sniffed, and answered the call.
"Hello."
"Hello, are you a family member of Eri Ozawa?"
“I am her daughter.”
"Your mother has fallen into a coma. You'd better come over as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
After hanging up the phone, Ozawa Nami looked at Song Ruhai, about to speak.
Song Ruhai spoke first.
"Go."
"Thanks."
Ozawa Nami didn't bother to change her clothes at all. She just wiped her clothes with a tissue, then wrapped a scarf around the stains on her chest before picking up her bag and leaving the room.
Her mother wasn't at this hospital, so she had to drive there.
Half an hour later, we arrived at the hospital where my mother was.
They hurriedly found the caregiver in charge of looking after their mother, who said that their mother had already woken up.
Nami Ozawa then went to her mother's private VIP ward.
I pushed open the door and saw that my mother had woken up and was sitting on the headboard eating fruit.
His tense nerves relaxed instantly, and he whispered.
"Mom, are you alright?"
Eri Ozawa smiled gently, "It's nothing, just an old ailment."
Her blood pressure was always unstable, and she often fainted.
Ozawa Nami let out a heavy sigh, sat down beside her mother's bed, picked up a tangerine from the fruit bowl on the bedside table, and began to peel it.
"It's good that you're alright..."
Ozawa Eri noticed a red and swollen spot on her daughter's forehead and asked in confusion.
What's wrong with your head?
Ozawa Nami paused slightly while peeling the orange, and said with a wry smile, "It's nothing..."
Eri Ozawa pressed further, "Did he hit you?"
Nami Ozawa shook her head and denied it.
"No, I bumped into it by accident."
Even if I tell my mother that it was Song Ruhai who hit her, it won't change anything; it will only cause her worry and pain.
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