Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2156: How Can You Be So Shameless

She didn’t know how much time had passed before she walked to the hospital room door, her heart anxious and uneasy, several times wanting to speak but stopping short.

A middle-aged male doctor took off his mask and walked toward the door, nodding to signal her to be at ease.

"Doctor, he..." Jasmine Yale felt some relief.

"Acute gastritis, initially diagnosed as acute changes in the gastric mucosa due to heavy drinking recently, combined with the fact that the patient hasn’t eaten for 24 hours, resulting in acute stomach pain."

Jasmine Yale let out a sigh of relief at first, then leaned desperately against the wall, glancing inside the room.

Sylvan Cheney was lying on the bed, not saying a word, not asleep, his brows tightly knitted.

"We’ve given the patient an injection, he needs to rest quietly for the time being. In about half an hour, I’ll come over to take his temperature. If there are no major issues, he can have some liquid food in small amounts."

"Thank you, doctor. Does he need a full examination?"

"No need, the patient is in good physical condition, the acute gastritis is just due to excessive drinking and poor diet."

"Thank you, I understand."

"You’re welcome."

The doctor left, leaving Jasmine Yale alone at the doorway.

She closed her eyes slightly, finding that the sweat in her palms was already ice-cold.

Closing the door to the ward, she walked towards the hospital bed.

She knew Sylvan Cheney wasn’t asleep and could hear everything.

Jasmine Yale poured him a cup of hot tea, glancing at him indifferently, "Does it hurt?"

Sylvan Cheney did not respond.

"Sylvan Cheney, I don’t feel sorry for you at all, did you hear what the doctor said? Excessive drinking, irregular meals, what do you call this? You’re doing this to yourself." Jasmine Yale stood by the bed, coldly looking down at Sylvan Cheney lying on the bed.

Sylvan Cheney’s hand lay flat on his forehead, his brows knitted tightly, his face pale as paper.

His suit jacket was off, and he was only wearing a white shirt.

With every reprimand from Jasmine Yale, his brow furrowed a little tighter.

"Sylvan Cheney, weren’t you very impressive outside? Scolding me with such presence, am I a little lamb, meant to be scolded by you? How can you be so shameless, scolding a pregnant woman? Not allowing me to eat? Making me so embarrassed at school, everyone who didn’t know would think I dumped you, thinking I was two-timing."

"Sylvan Cheney, with your temper, your character, who can put up with you? Just because I don’t speak doesn’t mean I can tolerate it, I’m just too lazy to argue with you, the doctor says pregnant women shouldn’t get angry, pregnant women need to stay in good spirits, so I’m being magnanimous, I’m not arguing with you. But look at you, so petty, so calculating, you’re not even as good as a woman, what kind of man are you? What kind of CEO?"

"Sylvan Cheney, just because I’m silent doesn’t mean I agree, I just don’t want to fight. I hope from now on you don’t argue with me in front of my baby, otherwise, you won’t win the argument with me, and you will lose face!"

Jasmine Yale said a lot in one breath.

Sylvan Cheney was evidently very upset, his brow furrowed tightly, his thin lips pressed tightly together, wanting to speak but unable to because of the pain.

His stomach, throbbing with spasms, the pain akin to being cut by a knife.

"Sylvan Cheney, why aren’t you talking? Weren’t you very talkative outside? Anyway, I’m going to resign, I’m not afraid of you being the CEO, I’m not counting on you for my salary, bonus. Let me tell you, you can be strict and cold at work, but don’t bring that coldness and ruthlessness into your life, no one buys that. If you keep going like this, you’ll have no friends! Don’t let everyone who can’t stand you leave you."