Forget It “Miranda, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault for being useless,” Adrian said, seated in his wheelchair as he emerged from the hospital room.

Miranda turned around to look at him.

This time, Adrian genuinely felt remorse. Despite being a man, he was unable to assist his own wife and child.

On the surface, Miranda showed no signs of it, but deep down, she detested him intensely.

She stepped forward to ask, “What are you doing out here?”

“Seeing that you hadn’t returned, I came looking for you. I was worried something might have happened,” Adrian replied.

After he finished speaking, he again grasped Miranda’s hand. “Miranda, let’s just forget it.”