My Impotent Husband's Secret: An 18-Year-Old Mistress

Chapter 5

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When I woke up again, Mrs. Wilson was standing by my bed, looking anxious and apologetic.

"Ma'am, you're awake? I've called Mr. Song many times, but I assume he must be busy."

I nodded, and suddenly a familiar figure appeared at the door - it was my attending physician.

I found an excuse to send Mrs. Wilson away.

"Miss Evelyn, have you still not quit smoking?"

"Do you know you could die like this? You're at risk of suffocation at any moment."

After a long silence, I suddenly spoke up.

"Dr. Thompson, I don't want to suffocate to death."

I've heard that in the final stages of lung cancer, people die from suffocation.

Dr. Thompson was taken aback, then took a deep breath.

"I have a friend at a hospital in the Netherlands. If you're willing, I can help you with the paperwork for..."

Just then, Mrs. Wilson suddenly ran over with a phone.

"Ma'am, Mr. Song is calling."

She handed me the phone. I hesitated for a moment before answering.

But a woman's voice came from the other end.

"Hello? Who are you? Why do you keep calling my husband?"

I recognized this voice all too well. It belonged to the girl who had met me at the cafe yesterday and then appeared on the surveillance footage.

Mrs. Wilson's expression became conflicted for a moment.

Soon, the sound of an argument came from the other end of the phone.

"Aria, why are you using my phone?"

"Derek, someone keeps calling you! Do you have another woman?"

The man laughed.

"What are you talking about? You're my only baby. This is the housekeeper's number."

Then the man spoke into the phone, "Mrs. Wilson, is my wife throwing a tantrum again?"

"Just make up some excuse. I won't be coming home for a couple of days, I'm spending time with my baby."

Mrs. Wilson's expression clearly showed she wanted to stop him, but Derek had already spoken.

"I've got to go. Oh, and send over that white lace nightgown from the guest room. My baby looks good in it."

With that, Derek hung up.

I glanced at Mrs. Wilson.

She had been with me for ten years.

As long as I had been with Derek, she had been with me.

I didn't say anything, just returned the phone to her and looked back at the doctor.

"Please help me with the paperwork."