Chapter 2 Is she going to die?

Blood?

Sophia Mitchell touched her lips with her hand. The strong fishy smell was indeed blood, and she remembered what the doctor said: "Ms. Mitchell, if you vomit or cough with blood, you must tell me as soon as possible."

Is she dying?

The doctor's words made her hands tremble uncontrollably, and she pulled the towel and wiped her face vigorously twice.

After tidying up the sink, Sophia Mitchell went out to find her mobile phone, and sent a message to the attending doctor, saying that she was coughing up blood. The doctor replied quickly, saying that she would be notified when the medicine arrived.

Sophia Mitchell rested on the sofa for a while.

When Grace cooked the porridge and brought it up, she pulled herself together and ate some, then went to lie down on the bed again.

Because of the constant stomach cramps, Sophia Mitchell slept uneasy and drowsy. After an unknown amount of time, footsteps came from outside the bedroom, as if that person had returned.

Sophia Mitchell touched the small lamp on the bedside table and sat up in bed.

The light on the bedside table was warm yellow and was not on. After the man opened the door and came in, he found Sophia Mitchell sitting on the bed, wearing silk pajamas, and she looked very thin, without a few pounds of flesh.

"Have you lost weight recently?" Matthew Clark frowned. He hadn't been home for a while, and he didn't expect Sophia Mitchell to be so thin. "Didn't you eat well?"

Sophia Mitchell's heart felt like being poked by a needle, and Mommy's pain was so dense that she could hardly breathe, and there was a hint of sadness.

Why doesn't she want to eat well, she just can't eat.

"I don't have much appetite." Sophia Mitchell hadn't drank water for a long time, her voice was hoarse.

Matthew Clark took off his suit jacket for a moment, then threw the jacket on the sofa, turned and went out, and within two minutes, he came in with a glass of warm water.

He handed the water to Sophia Mitchell.

"Thank you." His small care made Sophia Mitchell's nose sore, but the two were close, and she smelled his perfume, which was very elegant Gucci.

Her stomach turned upside down, she quickly covered her mouth and pushed him.

It's that perfume again!

A month ago, every time Matthew Clark came back, he carried a faint scent of perfume on his body. This time, he came back with this perfume smell again. He has been with the same woman?

The man was pushed by her, a little unhappy, as if thinking of something, his brows were tightened, and his black eyes stared at Sophia Mitchell with some scrutiny, "Pregnant?"

"No, it's just uncomfortable." Sophia Mitchell shook her head, he didn't even remember their wedding anniversary, let alone she couldn't keep the child, did he know it was interesting?

She held her nose and backed away, but couldn't help it anymore, "What's the matter with the smell of perfume on your body?"

If possible, she would also like Matthew Clark to explain.

The man just grabbed his shirt and sniffed it, his face darkened, but he didn't say anything, turned and went to the bathroom.

Sophia Mitchell coughed a few times and brought out a lot of blood on the tissue. She hid the tissue in the trash can and drank a glass of warm water with her head up, which made her stomach feel better.

She didn't feel sleepy, so she lay on the pillow and checked her mobile phone. Through Scarlett Mitchell's circle of friends, Sophia Mitchell learned that her parents and Matthew Clark's parents had traveled abroad and had a good time.

Sophia Mitchell just remembered that on the second wedding anniversary last year, Matthew Clark said he would take her to Las Vegas, but because the company was busy, he forgot, and she forgot too.

It's the third year of their wedding anniversary, let alone a vacation, he doesn't even remember this festival.

Do they have a next wedding anniversary?

When Matthew Clark came back from the shower, Sophia Mitchell lay down again. Her back looked really thin. After going to bed, he hugged her from the back, only to realize that she was thinner than she looked, not a few pounds of flesh.

The man's cold tone softened a bit, "Eat more in the future, I'm too thin."

Sophia Mitchell hummed.

Matthew Clark had a drink when he came back, and now he put his arms around Sophia Mitchell, smelling the faint fragrance of her body, took a tight breath, and kissed her lightly and shallowly on her neck.

The next second, there was an abrupt ringtone from the quiet bedroom.

The cell phone on the bedside table lit up. It was Matthew Clark's cell phone. Sophia Mitchell only glimpsed the incoming calls from a string of unfamiliar numbers, but Matthew Clark on her got up and picked up the cell phone to answer.

"What's up?"

While answering the phone, he walked towards the French windows.

Even though the hands-free was not turned on, Sophia Mitchell vaguely heard a female voice on the other end of the phone, which was very similar to the voice in the afternoon. Her hands were tightly clutching the thin quilt, and her lips were pale.