The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1080

In the hospital ward, Gregory had been asleep for over an hour when the nurse woke him to change his medication.

After the change, Carol peeled an orange for him to eat. They shared the segments, chatting idly.

*Imogen really picked a good husband. Even these oranges he bought are unusually sweet, Carol said, marveling at the oranges.

Gregory glanced at the orange and said, "They must be expensive."

"Yes, they're sold by the piece in big supermarkets. Also, they're more expensive than beef and lamb," Carol said before eating another sweet segment.

Gregory pondered for a moment. Then he curiously asked, "Someone ruined our house's floor. Do you think Jasper would help us repair it?'

Carol shot him a look and replied, "Listen, don't burden Imogen with this. Don't even bring it up."

"Why would it burden Imogen? With Jasper's wealth, this is nothing."

"Enough," Carol snapped. "That's his business. No matter how poor we are, we shouldn't ask for what isn't ours."

"You're too stubborn, always clinging to your pride."

Carol snorted. She murmured quietly, "Jasper's family has money and influence. Imogen is hardly a match for them. We should avoid causing any trouble for her, so her in-laws won't be annoyed."NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Gregory scoffed at her. "Just because she married into a wealthy family, does that mean she can't support her parents financially?" he asked, annoyed.

"Of course, she will support us financially, but it should come from her alone. We should try not to trouble Jasper's family unnecessarily, so that their marriage can last."

Gregory felt unhappy listening to her words. Ignoring his injuries, he argued, "Why can't Jasper support us?"

"He has no obligation to support us.'

'But he's wealthy! Even with a little support from him, we wouldn't have to suffer for the rest of our life," Gregory said angrily, slapping his injured foot. "I'm disabled, and now I'm injured. I don't want to rely on you for the rest of my life."

Carol threw the remaining fruit onto the table, her eyes reddening. "What's wrong with me supporting you? When we have money, we can eat meat. When we don't, we eat vegetables. We won't starve to death."

She continued, "Besides, which wealthy person likes poor relatives? It's not that they're just rich, they also have power and influence."

"So?" Gregory asked angrily.

Carol cried, feeling frustrated that Gregory just couldn't get it. "His father is a defense general, his mother is a researcher, and Jasper is a business tycoon.

'Imogen only has her beauty, and we have nothing to offer them. Not only do we lack education, we are also poor and have disabilities, so we'll embarrass them. Wouldn't that just humiliate Imogen too?"

Gregory finally understood what she was saying. Feeling hurt, he asked, "So you're ashamed of my disability and poverty? You're also ashamed that you're old and uneducated, and this will embarrass Jasper?"

"Yes," Carol replied as she wiped her tears. Gritting her teeth, she angrily retorted, "I do feel our family will make them feel embarrassed."

"But they don't mind, no?"

"Can you read minds? How do you know they don't mind? Did you camp under their beds, eavesdropping on their conversations?"

"You old hag, you're getting out of line..."

"You..."

Their argument was abruptly halted by a knock at the door.

Suddenly, the room fell silent, and they turned toward the door to see who it was.

Carol asked in confusion, "Didn't they just change the medication? Could it be the nurse?"

"The nurse wouldn't knock, she would just come in. It must be a visitor.

Carol was still upset. As she assumed it was Gregory's relatives, she wiped her tears discreetly before calmly saying, "Come in, the door is unlocked."

The door opened.

Nathan and Mila walked in with gifts, and their faces were beaming.

Carol and Gregory were stunned, thinking they had entered the wrong room.

"I think you two got the wrong room," Carol said before slowly standing up. She continued politely, "This is a VIP ward, so no one else stays here."