Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 189: Apology

Chapter 189: Apology

"Birdie, is that you?"

The moment Marcella heard Tony’s voice, she walked in. The fear in her heart vanished.

"Tony..." she stood next to him and held his hand.

His face was covered in bandages and she could only see his eyes. His hands were cold to touch and she saw scratches that were treated on his arms. Other than that, she didn’t know what other wounds he had in his body. When she got there, she heard Paul kicking him.

She choked again unable to bear to see him like that.

"Sit," he patted beside him. He cleared his dry throat.

Marcella poured him some water and he waved his hand and pointed at his throat. He then cleared his throat. Marcella figured that his throat was sore because he hadn’t spoken for a long time.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low as a whisper. She could see that he was not moving his mouth much. His jaws must be hurting. She now started to doubt Henry whether he told her everything about Tony’s injuries.

The pain in her heart rose thinking of his suffering.

"Henry told me the cops took you. Did anything bad happen?" Tony asked. He held her hand with the hand that had the IV connected to it.

Tony was worried he couldn’t even fall asleep. The last time he woke up, Henry gave him the details. He knew she would find a way to get out unscathed. She had a vast support system. She wouldn’t be let to suffer. He hoped she didn’t face any trauma like she did the last time. She didn’t look good and that only increased his worries.

Marcella couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. She tried to be brave and he broke all her willpower. "You are the one lying on the hospital bed... and you’re asking if I am okay?" She choked while speaking.

She took in a deep breath seeing Tony’s eyes getting dull. "I am fine," she smiled. "John Emerson helped Uncle Karl to get to me. They might call me again. I don’t know," she said.

Tony waved his hand and she leaned closer. He held her cheek. "Did I worry you a lot, Birdie?" he asked.

"You..." Marcella pressed her lips. The tears she was holding back till then, started to flow uncontrollably.

"I only have you left, Tony. What were you thinking going there alone? If I was a little late... What... What will I do without you?" She said amidst sobs.

"Sorry..." Tony pulled her close. She softly rested her face on his chest and he gently patted her head. "I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have gone there without informing you."

"You shouldn’t have gone there alone, Tony. I still don’t know why you went there... Was it like he said? You wanted to..." she pressed her lips and stopped talking.

She wanted to ask him whether he went there to spend time with his father. She had a feeling Tony wanted to know his father for one reason or another. Otherwise, she didn’t understand why he let Paul near them. He also didn’t like the closeness between Andrew and Paul.

She would understand if that was the case. Anyone would want to know their father. Tony wouldn’t be an exception.

But now was not the time to talk about it. She can talk about it in the privacy of their home. For now, she decided to enjoy his warmth.

"You didn’t even eat dinner. Can you eat?" she sat up and looked at him.

Tony smiled and pointed at the IV. Marcella nodded. He must get fed through the tubes. That was not the way to spend Thanksgiving.

"You eat," he pointed at the Tupperware container she kept there.

Marcella didn’t feel hungry anymore. She was sad. But Tony insisted.

"Let me have the Thanksgiving meal through you, Birdie. Don’t deny me that," he said holding her hand.

Marcella couldn’t refuse anymore. "It’s Uncle Karl’s Thanksgiving meal," she said as she washed the container. "I think our dinner will be in the refrigerator. We can eat after you get discharged from the hospital," she smiled.

Tony asked her to sit beside him. "You are not mad at me?" he asked. Ever since his consciousness returned, he worried for her and was thinking of ways to placate her knowing that she would be mad. But there were no signs of her being mad and it surprised him.

"For what?" she asked with a pout. "You got punished enough for going there. Why should I add insult to injury?"

Tony tried to laugh. But it hurt and so he ended up coughing. "Is this your I-told-you-so?"

Marcella pressed her lips but her smile seeped through. "You are the worst, Tony," she said and kissed his hand. "I can’t even be mad at you. I am relieved you are safe."

Tony patted her head. "We have a lot to talk about..." he said.

Marcella looked at his face and he looked like he meant something. She had a lot to talk to him too. She nodded. "We do."

"For now, I’ll say this, Birdie...I will not go against you anymore. I have realized you are smarter than me in judging people. I’m going to listen to you from now on. You’ll be my advisor..."

Marcella squinted her eyes and looked at him. For some reason, she didn’t think that he was praising her. It looked more like he was pacifying her.

"I am not that smart," she mumbled. "I am not going to be controlling you."

"But you’ll be my advisor," he pulled her into his embrace. "I’m sorry you had to eat your meal without wine," he said. She loved wine with her meals.

"I am not going to drink wine anymore," she said.

Tony’s hand caressing her hair paused. "Why?" he asked.

Marcella said nothing and shook her head. If she didn’t get drunk in the morning, she wouldn’t have allowed this to happen to Tony. She didn’t want to be "out" anymore. She must control her drinking.

Tony sighed. He felt guiltier than ever but he was glad he went there. Otherwise, eh wouldn’t have learned many secrets. He gently patted her head and hearing the sound of her deep breaths, he fell asleep too.