Chapter 5

Standing outside the door, I touched Lily’s forehead, which was growing hotter by the minute, and begged the nurse with a hoarse voice, “Please save my daughter…”

The nurse took pity on us and, ten minutes later, knocked on the emergency room door again.

“Please come look at the child outside. She’s burning up so bad she can’t even cry anymore.”

Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly followed the nurse outside the emergency room, and when she saw me on the floor, unable to get up, her expression turned somber.

Sarah took Lily into her arms and, startled by her heat, called urgently for a doctor.

Turning back, she lectured me sternly, “If you hadn’t used Lily to make a scene, how could she have caught a cold and gotten a fever?”

Watching Lily being taken into the emergency room, I finally couldn’t hold on any longer and passed out.

I lay in bed in a daze for two days, my body cycling between cold and burning hot. A few times, I felt my soul leave my body, floating upward as I stared down at my pale self lying on the bed. I couldn’t help but wonder what this relationship had ever brought me.

On the third day, I finally opened my eyes. Sarah was sitting by my bed, and when she saw me wake up, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“Harry, you’re finally awake. Lily’s fever has gone down. I might have… misunderstood you. My mom told me everything. Lily was already running a fever before you rushed her to the emergency room.”

She leaned down, wanting to kiss my lips, but I dodged her.

She froze, and her voice turned cold. “Because of your willful behavior, you’ve caused major trouble for Mark and me. Now everyone out there is spreading rumors that Mark is a homewrecker, and that I… cheated. Our segment helps women, so this puts us in an extremely bad position.

“As a party involved, you should clear things up in person. Once this matter is behind us, the three of us will live happily together as a family. What do you say?”

I thought I’d feel so heartbroken that I wouldn’t be able to breathe. However, after sleeping for three days, it felt as though the old me had died.

At this moment, my heart was surprisingly calm. I looked up at her for two seconds, and then smiled as I spoke my first word in three days.

“Sure.”

Sarah was stunned, as if she hadn’t expected me to agree so readily. Her tone turned somewhat awkward, and she deliberately said with a hint of resentment, “Good. Then people won’t think I’m picking on you!”

On the day of the special broadcast for clearing up the rumors, Mark wore a simple white outfit, his face deliberately made up to look exhausted and pale.

He and Sarah sat on the same sofa as co-hosts of the show, while I, as a guest, sat opposite them. This setup naturally split us into opposing sides. I found it so funny that they had invited me here to prove how deeply Sarah and I loved each other as husband and wife.

As soon as the live broadcast began, Mark lamented in front of the camera how deeply misunderstood he was and how difficult it had been for him to sleep in recent days, desperately garnering everyone’s sympathy.

Then, under everyone’s expectant gaze, he handed the microphone to me, signaling with his eyes for me to clarify the “homewrecker rumors.”

I took the microphone and said, “I heard that Mr. Fisher has always been extremely professional, devoting all his energy to his work over the years, so much that he doesn’t even have time to date.”

Mark couldn’t hide the pride in his eyes as he smiled and nodded in agreement.

Without making a scene, I pressed the remote control in my hand, and a photo appeared on the big screen. The audience immediately burst into a chorus of jeers.

While Mark was still reveling in his feeling of superiority, I smiled and said…