Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chapter 97 He Never Understood Her

Outside the door, Fay asked the police to keep what happened today a secret and politely sent them away.

When she was about to turn around and go back, she saw Edmund rushing out with Chelsea in his arms.

"Get the car. We have to go to the hospital. Now," Edmund ordered her anxiously.

Seeing Chelsea's deathly pale face, Fay nodded, rushed to the car, and then drove Chelsea and Edmund straight to the hospital.

In the backseat, Edmund looked down at Chelsea's bloodless face. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

After a while, he ordered in a gloomy tone, "Call Leo. Tell him to investigate who told Garry about Chelsea's return."

Chelsea had been back for a relatively long time, and Garry and Hilton had been kept in the dark about it.

How did Garry know that Chelsea was back? Edmund had his guess.

After Chelsea got to the emergency room, the doctor ran a series of tests on her.

Fortunately, her condition was nothing serious. She was just weak from severe fatigue.

Apart from that, she was also found to be hypoglycemic. She fainted because she had run on an empty

stomach for a long time.

Edmund frowned and asked the doctor, "Is her hypoglycemia serious?"

Last time, it was an allergy to beef and mutton. This time, it was hypoglycemia. Edmund had no idea that Chelsea had so many things that ailed her.

In the past, he just enjoyed when she wholeheartedly took care of him because of his stomach upset. He was too busy being looked after by her that he didn't realize she also needed to be looked after.

Seeing that Edmund looked a little nervous, the doctor gave him a relaxed reply. "No, it's not that bad. But she needs to make sure that she eats three regular meals a day moving forward. It's obvious that she hasn't been eating well."

After the doctor finished his words, he left. Fay told Edmund, "I'll go buy some food for her, Mr. Nelson. Please wait here."

Edmund nodded. Then, Fay left and closed the door behind her.

Not long after Fay left, Chelsea opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Edmund sitting beside her bed.

Remembering that Edmund wrapped his arms around her waist before she fainted, Chelsea immediately closed her eyes again.

What was he doing here?

She didn't want to face him at all.

He should've left after taking her to the hospital and making sure that she was going to be okay. He didn't have to stay.

Seeing that Chelsea closed her eyes again after opening them, Edmund couldn't help chuckling.

He used to think that she was dull and boring. He didn't expect that she was actually quirky and cute.

Staring at her delicate face that now had a splash of color, Edmund lightheartedly remarked, "I know you're awake. I saw you open your eyes."

Chelsea didn't know how to respond.

She was wondering how she put up with his dullness before.

He couldn't say a single nice word. It was a miracle that he didn't manage to piss her off to death in the last three years.

Now that she had been found out, she had no choice but to open her eyes and politely say to him, "Thank you for taking me to the hospital."

Hearing Chelsea's indifferent tone, Edmund instantly felt upset.

He squinted at her unhappily. In order to avoid his eyes, Chelsea sat up and turned her head.

Edmund tried to help her up, but Chelsea avoided his touch as soon as he reached out.

Edmund withdrew his hand awkwardly. What he didn't know was that his presence increased Chelsea's psychological burden.

There was a hint of blame in his following words. "The doctor said that you had been worn out. As far as I know, we didn't urge you to finish the script right away, did we?"

Edmund was very dissatisfied by the fact that Chelsea had worked herself to the point of burnout. She didn't have to work day and night until she got ill. She was given plenty of time to write.

Chelsea bit her bottom lip and didn't say anything.

The reason she had been working so hard was that she wanted to finish the project as soon as she could and get out of having to spend time with Edmund. But could she tell him that?

"The doctor also said that you had hypoglycemia and that you probably weren't eating well lately. Chelsea, weren't you a delicate and life-loving person before? What changed? Why are you not eating and taking care of yourself?" Edmund thought of Chelsea's regular life before and felt a little perturbed.

Chelsea kept silent. She didn't want to say anything more to him.

Whatever she told him, he would just blame her again and again, and it would just fill her heart with negative emotions to the brim. She hated feeling that way.

Besides, she was afraid that if she spoke, they would just end up getting into a fight.

Edmund had never understood her, after all.