"No." Cicely poured herself a glass of water to suppress her cough. "I'm too tired. I'll go back to my room."
"The kidney..."
"Field, we've been married for two years. I can count with one hand the number of sentences you've said to me over the past two years. But now, for the sake of Bertha, you've said a lot to me. I don't know if I should thank her. Because of her, you've said so much to me, cough..."
Cicely picked up the cup and took another sip. "Don't mention kidney transplant to me again. It's impossible."
After that, she turned around and walked to the bedroom without waiting for Field's response.
Field looked at Cicely's slightly bent back and lowered his head to look at his fingers. Indeed, he didn't talk much to her during the two years.
In the past, whenever he spoke to her, she would speak to him many times more, which was annoying.
But now, she was so cold to him when he talked to her.