Chapter 118

Old Mr. Wright had been trying like hell to speak up for Ronald, saying all kinds of nice things. But now, standing up for me, his every word hit Ronald where it hurt. The guy looked like a thundercloud, face darker than the bottom of a pot. He’d just had surgery not long ago. After talking to us, he drifted off to sleep again. Ronald and I stepped out of the room, and Paul was still waiting outside. I’d just turned to say something when Ronald suddenly staggered, like his legs had gone weak, and started collapsing to the floor. "Ronald!" I caught him right away. Paul rushed over too, face going pale. "Mr. Wright, are you alright?" Ronald looked like he was in serious pain. His face went from its usual stern shade to ghost-pale, lips pressed into a tight line. I helped him sit down, frowning hard. "Ronald, is it a headache? Why is it hitting you so bad all of a sudden?" We’d been married for so long in our last life—sure, his stomach was always a problem, but headaches? That wasn’t a t