Chapter 3 Honey, where are you going?

Matthew Clark finished the call quickly, and he went straight to the closet to get his clothes. Sophia Mitchell asked, "Honey, where are you going?" "There's something wrong with the partner, I'll go over and have a look." When speaking, Matthew Clark had already changed his clothes, and his brows were frowned, as if there was something urgent. "It's so late, we'll talk about it tomorrow if we have any questions." When he passed by, Sophia Mitchell tugged at the hem of his clothes, with a somewhat stubborn tone, "Honey, I'm not feeling well, you can stay at home with me tonight." She didn't want him to see that woman, whether it was on business or otherwise. Matthew Clark saw Sophia Mitchell biting her lips tightly, her face was pale, and she really lost a lot of weight. He was a little soft-hearted, knowing that she was definitely not pretending to be uncomfortable. But before he could speak out, the phone rang again. Matthew Clark answered the phone, but the other party didn't know what to say, and he kept silent. After hanging up the phone, he pressed Sophia Mitchell under the quilt, "I'll ask Grace to come up to accompany you, and I'll be back soon." Sophia Mitchell closed her eyes. She was not good at entanglement in the first place, it was useless to beg once, and she would never beg for a second time. She heard the slight sound of the door being gently closed, and her stomach ached again. She curled up, gently pressing her abdomen with one hand, feeling the unformed child. Sophia Mitchell murmured, "I'm sorry, baby." I can't keep this marriage, and I can't keep you. Baby, I'm sorry. When Sophia Mitchell woke up in the morning, her stomach was still aching, and the bed next to her was motionless and cool. She guessed that Matthew Clark must not have come back, so she packed up and went downstairs to ask Grace. Sure enough, Matthew Clark didn't come home last night. Sophia Mitchell still has a cooperation case in her hand, and today is the signing day, so she should go. She told William Jackson that she was uncomfortable and wanted to rest at home, and let him handle it. After receiving the information that William Jackson was going to New York, Sophia Mitchell immediately took out the account of William Jackson on her notebook, and began to check Matthew Clark's itinerary from a month ago. What disappointed her was that Matthew Clark's itinerary was all about work. Even when he attended any business reception, William Jackson made a list of people, and Matthew Clark never brought a female companion. But those two phone calls last night were both from women, and Matthew Clark left her and left. It's all here, it's definitely not that she thinks too much. She tried hard to recall the string of numbers she saw last night, gave the number to the private detective, and sent another sum of money. She didn't know why she was so eager to find out, maybe it was because Matthew Clark had that perfume smell on his body for a month, or maybe it was because she wanted to know something. Sophia Mitchell was very uncomfortable. She was dazzled after looking at the computer for a while. She rested on the sofa. She had no appetite at noon and ate a little lunch. When I was sleepy, the doctor called and said that the medicine had been shipped from other provinces. Sophia Mitchell cheered up and drove to the hospital to get medicine. She got a big pack of medicine from the doctor, and the doctor told her when to do chemotherapy, so Sophia Mitchell perfunctorily went downstairs with a pack of medicine. The hospital medicine smelled strong, and Sophia Mitchell felt uncomfortable, so she pulled the mask on her face. There seemed to be someone talking at the corner of the corridor. The man was wearing an iron gray suit, with a tall and straight figure, thin lips slightly pursed, standing in front of a woman in a white coat, looking elegant and beautiful. The female doctor didn't know what she said to Matthew Clark. Matthew Clark looked indifferent, but still nodded. The female doctor laughed and rushed to hug him. Sophia Mitchell's footsteps froze there, only the man and woman at the corner were left in her eyes, her heart was pierced with countless holes, and the cold wind gushed in, causing her to almost suffocate due to the pain. For some reason, a voice in her heart told her: This is the woman who called Matthew Clark last night. After three years of marriage, they are no match for an outsider. Sophia Mitchell's stomach churned violently. She turned around and ran away in a hurry. When she went to the bathroom, she was accidentally hit by someone, and her waist and abdomen hit the doorknob, causing sharp pain. She bent over and squatted down, unable to listen to what someone was saying, sweating profusely. In the next second, he fell to the ground without warning. "Hey, Miss, don't scare me." The passer-by who bumped into Sophia Mitchell shouted, seeing a bloodstain running down Sophia Mitchell's thigh, the passer-by turned pale, "Quick, come to the doctor... help..."