Lies Form the Shackles of Love

When she hung up, Ginnie felt the pain in her injured arm hurting even more.

She took the medicine Adam had prepared from the drawer and was about to take it when she stopped.

She almost forgot. The precious medicine Adam claimed that he had looked for everywhere was just vitamins.

On top of that, the treatment for her arm had been delayed for a total of three years because of Adam’s “love”.

Ginnie put on a jacket and left. She intended to go to a hospital to learn just how much damage had been done to her arm due to the delay.

When the nanny heard that she wanted to go to the hospital, she panicked and tried to stop Ginnie. When she failed, she swiftly called Adam.

“Yes, Mr. Grant. Mrs. Grant went to the hospital, and I couldn’t stop her.”

When the hospital staff saw Ginnie come in with a pained, pale face while cradling her arm, they quickly arranged for a consultation with an orthopedist for her, who checked her arm carefully as the frown on his face deepened.

“Have you never come for a follow-up after you got your arm injured?”

Ginnie gave a bitter smile and asked feebly, “Please tell me, how bad is my arm now?”

The orthopedist sighed. Just before he could speak, someone flung the door open.

Adam strode in. Behind him was Ginnie’s chief physician, who was busy wiping off cold sweat from his face.

“Ginnie, why didn’t you tell me? Why did you come to the hospital alone? Are you feeling unwell?”

Adam came forward and held Ginnie in his arms as he worriedly checked her from head to toe.

When the orthopedist saw the chief physician’s expression, he tactfully left.

Ginnie whispered, “My arm hurts. It hurts a lot.”

Adam’s expression sank, and he immediately demanded an answer from the chief physician, “Dr. Zimmer, both you and my private doctor have been in charge of my wife’s condition. It’s been three years, so why does her arm still hurt regularly? Have you really been giving her the best medicine there is?”

In his panic, Dr. Zimmer said, “Mr. Grant, you’re a major shareholder of the hospital. Even if we had the guts to do so, we would never give Mrs. Grant any random medicine!

“Mrs. Grant, why don’t I put some ice over your arm first and have a specialist give you a massage? I’m sure it’ll stop the pain.”

Ginnie knew that she would never be able to get any further answers from the doctors in the hospital.

She looked down and said faintly, “No need. Just give me some painkillers.”

Once she got the medicine, Adam fed her the pills. He only sighed in relief after he saw her pain-filled expression fade away.

As they were going back, Adam suddenly saw something and ordered the driver to stop before he got out.

After waiting for half an hour, Ginnie started getting impatient. Adam finally returned with a box of desserts for her.

“These are your favorite desserts. I bought them for you.”

A thin sheen of sweat covered Adam’s forehead. His usually smooth and clean suit also had some dirt on them because he had been queuing up for a long time.

If she saw this in the past, Ginnie would have felt touched. She would have immediately hugged him as she cooed and praised him for going through such trouble for her.

Yet, right then, Ginnie found herself unable to say anything that would even suggest that she felt touched.

She simply could not understand how Adam was able to make it seem like he was loyal to her when he loved Snow so deeply.

Adam quickly noticed Ginnie’s abnormal behavior. Her eyes were also a little swollen, showing that she had cried before this.

He hurriedly hugged Ginnie and asked softly, “What’s wrong? Are you still worried about your arm? Don’t worry. I’ll definitely get you treated.”

Yet seemingly out of the blue, Ginnie asked, “Adam, do you love me?”

Adam had been patting Ginnie’s back, and his hand froze. He looked away but still said, “Silly girl, you’re my wife. Of course I love you.”

“Can I stop receiving conservative treatment for my arm, then? I want surgery.”

Adam’s heart sank, and a hint of regret subconsciously appeared in his eyes.

Even so, he still gritted his teeth and softly advised Ginnie against it. “The risk for surgery is too great. We’ve been going through conservative treatment for three years, and things have been good. Can’t you choose not to take any risks?

“Be good now. I promise you that I will stay by your side through the entire treatment. Even if your arm never recovers, I can serve as your hands.”

As Ginnie listened to his misleading words, her heart sank because of how heavy it had become, and she shut her eyes in disappointment.