Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 182: What’s Wrong With You Again?

In the hospital, the weather outside the window was gloomy, with light snow falling.

Laura Yates sat alone in the infusion area, looking somewhat haggard.

The medicine from the hanging IV dripped through a clear tube into the vein on the back of her hand.

Her whole hand felt cold.

"Sweetheart, please, eat something. You haven’t eaten all day," nearby, a young man coaxed his girlfriend who was receiving an IV, with a bowl of porridge.

"I said I don’t want porridge. Just the sight of it makes me lose my appetite." The girl seemed a bit annoyed.

Immediately, the young man said, "Then what do you want to eat? I’ll go downstairs and buy it for you."

The girl’s tone was not great, perhaps because she was feeling unwell, but the young man remained very accommodating.

Looking at herself, she was all alone, with not even a person to talk to.

Before dating Franklin Sutton, she’d also come to the hospital alone quite a few times, but back then her heart didn’t feel as aggrieved and lonely as it did now.

Being with him is truly exhausting; sometimes she can’t tell if he’s genuinely naive or pretending to be.

He never hesitates to declare his love for her, but his actions have repeatedly left her disappointed.

Just like now, when she needed him, he wasn’t by her side.

He had time to accompany some victim’s little sister, but no time to care for her.

"Miss, why are you spacing out? The IV bottle is empty, it’s backflushing." An elderly woman caring for her granddaughter reminded Laura Yates, kindly calling a nurse for her.

When she left the hospital, it was a little past four in the afternoon.

The sky was darkening as Laura Yates, holding an umbrella, walked to the parking lot and drove in the direction of home.

She didn’t take the shortest route but detoured past the police station where Franklin Sutton worked.

The car slowed as it approached the roadside by the police station entrance, where several police cars with flashing red and blue lights were parked. She didn’t know if they were heading out on a mission or returning.

Driving a little further and bypassing the police cars, she saw Franklin Sutton at the station entrance.

And the scene before her made Laura Yates feel a tightness in her chest that left her breathless.

He was in plain clothes, holding a crying girl in his arms, as if comforting her.

The girl’s face was buried in his chest, but from her hairstyle and build, Laura Yates deduced this girl was likely that victim’s relative from the last time.

She wanted to understand his work, knowing it was right to comfort the relatives during emotional breakdowns, but she hoped he could spare a little thought for her as well.

Moreover, with so many staff around, why did that girl always choose to cry in his arms?

He was gentle when comforting others, yet when she was upset, he rarely consoled her.

Laura Yates withdrew her gaze, coughing uncomfortably a few times. She slightly sped up the car and drove ahead.

By five o’clock, Franklin Sutton finished his work and finally had time to check his phone, finding no messages from Laura Yates.

As he walked out of the police station, he dialed Laura Yates’ phone.

Just like before, it still said the phone was off.

After trying twice, Franklin Sutton drove directly to Laura Yates’ apartment building.

Taking the elevator upstairs, he stood at her apartment door, pressed the fingerprint lock, and the door opened.

Franklin Sutton pushed the door and entered, finding the place cold and silent, with the lights off.

"Laura?" he called out tentatively while changing his shoes at the door.

There was no response.

He switched on the hallway light, illuminating the living room, where her cat was lazily sprawled on the sofa. Hearing the noise, it merely gave him a lazy glance before changing its position and continuing to sleep.

Seeing no one in the living room, Franklin Sutton headed straight to Laura Yates’ bedroom.

Standing outside the bedroom, he could hear her coughing inside, sounding quite severe.

"Knock, knock—" he knocked on the door, "Laura? I tried calling you several times, and it said your phone was off. I got worried something happened."

He expected Laura Yates to come open the door for him upon hearing his arrival, but after standing outside for a few seconds, she neither came to open the door nor responded.

Yet he could hear her coughing inside.

"Laura?" Franklin Sutton raised his voice a bit and then asked, "Why won’t you open the door for me? Are you sick? Why are you coughing so badly?"

The person inside continued to give him no response at all.

Standing outside her bedroom door, Franklin Sutton felt helpless with the door locked from inside.

He often felt she was moody, getting angry with him for no apparent reason. If he asked her, she wouldn’t tell him why, claiming she wasn’t upset and asking him not to bother her.

If he didn’t ask, she complained that he was ignoring her; if he did, it seemed to upset her even more.

He was often conflicted, even finding it hard to understand her.

He knew that if she was ignoring him now, she was probably angry with him, but he couldn’t figure out why.

He didn’t upset her today, nor did he do anything to make her unhappy.

Even the previous night, she was the one who told him to leave, and in the morning, when he invited her over for breakfast, she declined, saying she had things to do.

Now, he really didn’t understand what was bothering her, and didn’t know how to comfort her.

Buried under the covers, Laura Yates coughed violently. Once it subsided, hearing no sound from outside the room, it was noticeably quieter.

After ten minutes, he must have left.

Having not eaten much all day, Laura Yates felt a bit hungry, but her whole body felt weak, and she didn’t want to get up to cook.

Picking up her phone, she browsed through the food delivery app, but nothing appealed to her; she might as well make some porridge.

She reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, lighting up the room.

Throwing off the covers, she looked down, found her slippers by the bed, got up, and walked to the bedroom door, reaching out to push it open.

"Laura, why are you ignoring me again?"

As soon as the door opened, she heard Franklin Sutton’s slightly aggrieved voice.

Laura Yates looked up at him standing outside the door, surprised that he hadn’t left.

She lowered her gaze, took a breath, and after a pause said, "I’m not ignoring you." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Listening to her weak voice, Franklin Sutton immediately asked with concern, "Are you sick? Why didn’t you tell me? You turned off your phone, I couldn’t reach you."

Laura Yates, walking towards the kitchen, said, "Maybe the battery died."

"What’s wrong again? It’s always like this; can’t you just tell me what’s going on directly? You always make me guess how you’re feeling."

Franklin Sutton’s words were simply out of frustration.

But Laura Yates already felt resentment towards him, and hearing this she replied coldly, "I’m fine, you don’t need to guess my feelings. I’m doing well; go do your work."