The doctor wrote a prescription and tossed it toward Rachel. "Alright, go settle the bill and get an IV drip."

Tyler reached out to grab the prescription, but Rachel beat him to it. She gripped the paper tightly in her hands. "Thank you, Doctor."

Tyler smirked and crossed his arms. He watched Rachel struggle to her feet and walk toward the door. When she finally reached it, her knees gave way again, and she collapsed to the ground.

He quickly reached out to steady her, as if he had predicted it.

"You really like to push yourself. How could you treat a full-grown man like me as mere decoration? That’s not wise," he said lazily.

Rachel realized she had overestimated herself and was indeed pushing herself too hard.

The doctor, standing right behind them, interjected, "Young lady, your body is very weak right now. Sit here and wait for the nurse to come over to assist you with the IV drip. Just let your husband settle the bill for you."

Fear filled Rachel’s eyes as she attempted an explanation. “He’s not my husband!”

“Why isn’t your husband here with you, then?”

Rachel bit her lip. Right now, her husband was with the woman of his dreams.

Tyler snatched the prescription from Rachel’s hand, the look in his eyes cold and commanding. "Sit here and don’t go anywhere."

This time, Rachel didn’t try to act tough and nodded obediently instead.

As there were too many people in the consultation room and it was getting too noisy, Rachel moved to the bench outside to wait for Tyler.

She shut her eyes to rest and recover.

Just then, a familiar voice sounded in her ear.

"William, thank you so much for today! I didn’t expect to get motion sickness from the plane ride. It was enough trouble for you to fetch me at the airport, but I had to trouble you further with a trip to the hospital."

“Don’t say that, Mrs. Judd. It’s on the way, and your health is important. You should come to the hospital just for peace of mind." Rachel subconsciously opened her eyes and saw three figures standing to her right.

Samantha and William were standing together, with a middle-aged woman of about 60 years old between them. She was probably Samantha’s mother.

William’s words made the middle-aged woman smile.

She grabbed William and Samantha’s hands and held them together, saying gladly, "William, I didn’t expect you to be waiting for Samantha even after she left for her studies overseas for so many years. As her mother, I’m so glad to see you two reunited once again."

A joyful smile lit up Samantha’s fair and petite face. In a saccharine-sweet tone, she said, "Mom, William treats me very well. Look at this necklace–it’s called Eternal Heart, and it represents his love for me. He spent a fortune snagging this at an auction for me!"

Rachel sat on the bench, a chill spreading across her entire body. Her breathing, which had barely begun to ease, started becoming ragged again.

Her fingers subconsciously gripped the chair handle tightly. The cold metal shocked her.

The Eternal Heart represented William’s love for Samantha.

What about their marriage certificate at home?

Why did she not know about her husband becoming another woman’s boyfriend?

"You’d better take your mom to the doctor. Having difficulties breathing isn’t child’s play. If it gets too severe, it might become fatal," William urged Samantha.

Rachel smirked sardonically.

Yeah, he certainly knew that breathing difficulties could get fatal. Look at him, showing so much concern for Samantha’s mother.

The three of them were walking toward the consultation room when they bumped into Rachel, seated on the bench.

Samantha was, in fact, the first to spot her.

“Rachel…”