Chapter 61

Derrick's face darkened, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted. What was that look? What did Wyatt mean? It was after Wyatt and his wife were out of the ward that they started gossiping softly. "Mr. Quinton is quite pitiful. He had to watch his wife with another man," Wyatt said with a sigh. "He's in a wheelchair, so he must be paralysed from the waist down. It'll probably be tough for him to do the deed." "Other than the fact that she has a lot of wrinkles, his wife looks quite pretty. It's normal that she couldn't be satisfied with her situation at home," Wyatt remarked. His wife pulled his ears and said, "So you have the time to notice how pretty other women look. huh?" "I was wrong, my darling. I'm sorry…" Wyatt's plea for mercy gradually drifted away. Derrick was utterly speechless. Louisa had had enough after having just a few bites. She was feeling so unwell that she lay in Melanie's arms and cried. Her soft sobs sounded heartbreaking to anyone who had heard them. Mel