The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 22

“Stop!”

Reese burst into the hospital room, snatching the thermos away the moment she saw what was happening.

“I told you, this soup wasn’t for you.”

Sebastian was standing next to the bed. When he heard Reese’s voice, he turned around. “You’re just in time. Let’s talk outside.”

Reese wasn’t sure what he was up to, but she set the thermos down and followed him out into the hallway.

“So? What do you want to say?”

Sebastian leaned against the wall, his profile sharp against the light. “After what Millie said the other day, things got messy at the research institute. I managed to calm everyone down, but Sofia still can’t let it go. If you have Millie apologize to Sofia, I’ll drop it.”

Reese gave a dry, almost mocking smile, as if she’d just heard a joke. “Sebastian, you can’t keep shielding her forever. She’s always been...”

“Reese.”

He cut her off, his eyes turning cold. “Watch what you say.”

Reese’s expression darkened. “Millie’s never going to apologize. She’s just blunt, and honestly, she wasn’t wrong...”

She hadn’t even finished when the sudden sound of retching erupted from inside the room.

Sebastian spun around and rushed back in. Reese stepped aside and looked in after him.

Sofia was bent over on the bed, gripping the nightstand, dry heaving miserably.

Robbie was at the trash can, dumping out the soup. “Mom did it on purpose. Her soup is disgusting. Now Auntie’s sick!”

Sebastian hurried to Sofia’s side, gently patting her back with one hand and grabbing some tissues with the other to wipe her mouth. He didn’t forget to tell Robbie to get some warm water.

“Are you okay?” Robbie handed her the cup after putting down the thermos.

Sofia waved him off, but still took a sip of water from his hand. “I’m fine. The soup was just a little bitter. Made me nauseous.”

The sight made something twist in Reese’s chest.

SShe’d handled everything for Sebastian and Robbie, washing their clothes, cooking their favorite meals, taking care of every little thing.

But not once had either of them asked if she was tired. Not once had they said thank you. Not once had they appreciated her.

Turns out, they could care for someone else. They could worry, be gentle, show kindness—just never for her.

“I told you already. The soup wasn’t for you.”

Reese frowned at the thermos, now half empty.

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