The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

After ringing endlessly with no answer, it finally fell silent.

Post–treatment, as Dr. Quill removed the acupuncture needles, she asked, “Did you visit the gynecology department?”

Lucille understood–Cedrick had inquired about gynecology, leading Dr. Quill to assume it was for her. Clearly, the doctor hadn’t left her office today and didn’t know the visitor’s identity.

She smiled. “No need.”

No point airing her wounds for all to see.

Dr. Quill nodded. “Honestly, if neither of you has issues, there’s no rush. You’re both still young.”

“True. Thank you, Dr. Quill. When should I come tomorrow?”

She rescheduled her visa appointment. “Would afternoon work?”

“Certainly. I’ll be here all day.‘

Perfect–visa interview first, then lunch at a favorite spot before acupuncture.

Dr. Quill added, “I have a set of rehabilitation exercises tailored to your progress. My mentor developed them–still experimental. Would you like to try?”

She chuckled lightly, teasing. “Meaning you’d be our guinea pig.”

“I’m willing!”

Lucille meant it. Regardless of whether her legs recovered, she’d try. Even failure wouldn’t crush her. As she’d thought before: becoming a case study for doctors had value.

“Good. I’ll send the video later. For now, follow the nurse to rehab and give it a try.”

“Alright!”

Lucille grabbed her bag, following the nurse without glancing at her phone.

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Chapter 94

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Rehabilitation proved grueling. Yet her dancer’s foundation–dormant for five years–retained enough flexibility to manage the routine.

Even the nurse marveled, calling her the first to complete the full set. But she knew Lucille suffered–every stitch of clothing was drenched in sweat.

“That was intense. Need help changing?”

The nurse offered gently, noting the specialized rehab attire.

Lucille felt utterly waterlogged, every muscle screaming. Shaking her head, she needed rest- her body felt like falling apart, legs devoid of strength.

“Rest then. Ring if you need help changing later.”

The nurse finished speaking and went to attend other duties.

Lucille nodded breathlessly. She’d intended to sit on the bench, but felt utterly drained. Losing her balance, she slid down onto the floor.

She tried standing to sit properly, but her legs refused to cooperate.

Attempting to push herself up using the chair, her hands trembled violently against the seat.

She managed a faint smile. Fine then, sitting on the floor would do.

Closing her eyes, she relaxed her entire body, waiting for strength to return gradually.

Suddenly, someone burst in like a whirlwind, fuming. “Why aren’t you answering your calls?”

Lucille’s bag sat in the locker now. Forget whether he’d called again later–she wouldn’t have answered even if she knew.

He was rattled.

She’d known him since she was fifteen. Only one thing could rattle him like this.

When his family threw money in his face and he cut ties, he’d been ice–cold. When his grandmother passed, grief piercing his bones, he’d only murmured, “Grandma’s gone.”

Only Maricela.

Only Maricela could shatter his composure, leave him utterly unhinged.

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