In the simple ward, the injured leg of the worker was hung on the beams, half leaning against the head of the bed, dumbfounded.
His wife came with food. She was expressionless and said coldly, "It's time for dinner."
Yesterday, they had a quarrel for 100000 pounds.
She took out the lunch box from the heat preservation bag and made the noise of making the frames. But she saw the man on the bed motionless. She frowned and said unhappily, "It's time for dinner."
The wife took the lunch box, but the worker didn't take it. He just said coldly, "I'm not in the mood to eat."
"What are you doing? If you don't eat, then forget it!" His wife was also angry. She threw the lunch box on the table, crossed her arms over her chest and sat on the edge of the bed, turning her face away from him.
The worker exhaled a heavy breath, glanced at his wife, and said impatiently, "You will regret it sooner or later."