CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: TIMOTHY XAVIER DEMANDS MARITAL RELATIONS

Half an hour later, the director led a group of experts out from inside.

I hurried up to meet them and asked nervously, "Doctor, how is my mom?"

The director said gravely, "She’s been temporarily stabilized, and her vital signs have been maintained. However, your mother’s condition is still very unstable. It’s best to bring in international experts for a consultation to discuss the best solution."

Timothy Xavier said, "I’ve already contacted them; they’re on their way now. What else is needed?"

The director politely said, "Other than that, just some financial support, but that shouldn’t be an issue for you, President Xavier."

Timothy nodded and said, "No matter the cost, please save her life."

I asked the doctor, "Can I go in and see my mom?"

"The patient is currently in a sterile room, so it’s best not to go in and out to avoid bringing in bacteria. Once she’s moved to a regular room, you’ll be able to visit anytime."

After speaking, the director led a few experts back to the office.

Timothy asked his assistant nearby, "Jack Sullivan, when will the international experts arrive?"

"Not until tomorrow, I guess?"

Jack Sullivan said, "I’ll keep an eye on it and urge them to hurry."

Timothy said to me, "Since there’s nothing you can do here now, it’s just a waste of time. Come home with me first!"

After he spoke, he reached out to take my hand.

I quickly put my hand behind my back and said coldly, "I’ve already told you, I’m not going back."

Timothy furrowed his brows and said, "You need to understand what ’enough is enough’ means! If you don’t want to be Mrs. Xavier, then don’t enjoy all the conveniences that come with the title!"

Having said that, he walked to the nearby window and lit a cigarette.

Lately, Timothy’s been smoking more and more frequently.

I’ve known him for twenty years, and I could probably count on one hand how often he used to smoke.

At this moment, Jack Sullivan came over to me and whispered, "Why don’t you stop getting angry with him for now? Wait until the old lady gets through this and then talk about other things. If you really upset President Xavier, and those experts don’t come, aren’t you joking with the old lady’s safety?"

I pinched my fingertips and had to endure it for now.

So, under Jack’s persuasion, I temporarily went back to The Xavier Manor with Timothy Xavier.

Nanny Lowell saw me return and said happily, "Madam, you’re back! Dinner is ready; you and sir should sit down and eat."

Nanny Lowell was so enthusiastic that I didn’t even have time to put my bag back in my room before going to the dining room with them.

On the dining table, which rarely featured meat dishes, almost half were meat, but in front of Timothy, there was still a pile of vegetarian food.

Even though I used to be someone who loved meat, and these dishes were my favorites,

maybe because of pregnancy sickness, I now felt nauseated by the smell of meat.

So, when we ate, I deliberately avoided the meat dishes and ate vegetarian like Timothy.

Timothy looked at me thoughtfully and asked, "Weren’t you the one who loved meat the most? You haven’t been back for a few days, and now you’re being modest?"

As he said it, he served me a piece of steamed fish with his chopsticks.

The moment I smelled the fish, I covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom.

While I was rinsing my mouth, Timothy came in too.

"What’s wrong with you?"

From the mirror, I saw his pitch-black and profound eyes looking inquisitively.

My heart tightened, and I said, "My gastritis acted up again. I’m not feeling well."

"Then tomorrow, when we visit your mother-in-law, I’ll take you to see a doctor."

As he finished speaking, my heart instantly leapt into my throat.

I immediately said, "No need, it’s an old problem."

Timothy frowned, "You forgot the doctor said that if this persists, it might turn cancerous. Better get it checked, don’t worry."

"Really, there’s no need. I know my own body. I’m fine!"

I avoided his gaze and hurried out of the bathroom, afraid he might mention taking me to the doctor again.

After dinner, I went back to the guest room, intending to take a shower.

Unexpectedly, all my things inside were gone.

"Nanny Lowell, where are my pajamas?"

I asked Nanny Lowell in confusion as I went out.

Just then, Timothy was sitting on the living room sofa and said to me, "I had Nanny Lowell put your things back in the master bedroom."

I looked at him in shock.

Timothy showed no unusual expression and said淡然, "I promised you before that once Serena and Doris left, you’d move back to the master bedroom."

At that moment, Timothy’s phone rang; it was Jack Sullivan reporting the experts’ schedule.

"Okay, tomorrow morning I’ll take her over and have all the experts go to the hospital."

He instructed the other end of the call.

I remembered Jack Sullivan’s words and silently reminded myself to endure a bit longer.

At this critical moment, angering Timothy was not worth it.

So, I returned to the master bedroom with Timothy Xavier.

On the walls of the master bedroom used to hang our wedding photos.

Now, they were bare and looked rather empty.

Timothy noticed too and asked me, "Nanny Lowell said she couldn’t find our wedding photos in the guest room. Where did you put them?"

I said expressionlessly, "Weren’t you afraid your daughter would see them? So, I threw them away."

After I spoke, a look of surprise and a hint of anger flashed across his cold face.

I really don’t understand, what is he so angry about?

"I’m going to the study to handle some work; you should take a bath first."

He said coldly and left the room.

I took a deep breath, looking around the vast room and the large European-style bed, inevitably curling my lips in disdain.

No idea how many times Timothy Xavier and Serena Sawyer had been intimate on this bed!

If not for my mom, even if I were beaten to death, there’s no way I’d sleep in such a filthy place.

Although that day Timothy did that to me at my house, it was because he thought I had cheated on him.

Usually, Timothy eats vegetarian food and believes in Buddhism all day. Even if he has desires, it’s for Serena Sawyer.

After all, in the past three years, our marital life was even less frequent than my period.

So even if I sleep in the same bed with him, I’m not afraid of what he’ll do to me.

But I didn’t expect that when I finished showering, the big light in the room was already off.

Timothy must have showered in another room, as he was leaning on the bed in a navy blue silk robe, watching stocks on his tablet.

The night lamp emitted a soft warm yellow light, making his cold features seem a bit softer.

I didn’t think much of it and got into bed from the other side, but I slept close to the edge, keeping a distance from him.

But at that moment, Timothy put down his tablet, his tall figure leaning toward me, almost wrapping me in his arms.

I was startled and quickly pushed him away, "What are you doing?"

"You’re my wife, what do you think?"

He lowered his head to kiss my temple and wanted to kiss my earlobe, knowing this was my most sensitive spot.

I was so frightened my heart raced wildly. Let alone having a baby in my belly, even without it, how could I let him touch me?

"Timothy, did you forget what you said, that a person who believes in Buddhism should avoid indulgence, with marital relations no more than once a month!"

I reminded him with his own words.

Timothy Xavier still didn’t move away from me, his sharp nose almost touching my face, and he said lightly, "You forgot, it’s been over a month since the last time. It’s enough..."

"But... but..."

In my panic, I said with a flushed face, "I’m on my period!"

Timothy finally stopped his actions.

Fearing he wouldn’t believe me, I quickly added, "Yes, you saw me at the hospital’s obstetrics and gynecology department that day, didn’t you? After taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor, my period came."

Timothy’s expression showed a hint of displeasure; I could even sense a tinge of disappointment and reluctance in his low breathing.

However, he returned to his position and didn’t touch me again.

Having grown up in a wealthy family, his excellent education would not allow him to force a woman.

Because if he wanted to, he wouldn’t lack women; he didn’t need to do this.

However, I didn’t sleep well that night.

First, I was worried about my mother’s illness; second, sleeping beside Timothy Xavier made every cell in my body feel awkward.

...

Fortunately, nothing happened overnight. I got up at the crack of dawn the next day.

Because I didn’t want to stay in that bed with him for another minute.

Timothy heard the noise and got up too.

Sometimes he goes to the Buddhist chapel to meditate, getting up as early as five-thirty.

Like now, after freshening up, he said to me, "I’ll spend an hour at the chapel, and when I return, we’ll go to the hospital together."

"Okay."

I nodded.

After he went to the chapel, I also washed up, changed my clothes, and went downstairs.

Just as I reached downstairs, I saw Serena with Doris in the living room.

She was obviously startled to see me and subconsciously asked, "Why are you here?"

Because I came down from upstairs, she must have thought I moved back into the master bedroom, ready to reconcile with Timothy Xavier.

After all, the things her mother said and did yesterday were truly cheap, and she’s probably worried now that Timothy Xavier might blame her for Mrs. Sawyer’s actions.

"Miss Sawyer forgot, I haven’t divorced Timothy Xavier yet, so isn’t it quite normal for me to be here? Yesterday, it was Timothy Xavier who moved my things to the master bedroom."

After I finished speaking, Serena’s face turned even more somber.

Just then, Timothy Xavier came over.

He must have heard the maid’s reply and knew that his lover and daughter had come.

As soon as Doris saw him, she called out ’Daddy,’ and instantly, Serena’s face turned into a look of grievance.

"Miss Ellison, please, you must forgive my mom."

She choked up, "Last night, I didn’t sleep well at all, only feeling that this time, I’ve wronged you too much. I’m so sorry for letting you suffer like this..."

Seeing Serena cry, Doris asked sympathetically, "Mom, why are you crying? Please don’t cry, okay? When you cry, Doris wants to cry too..."

As she spoke, she also began to cry.

Seeing this, Timothy Xavier quickly went over to pick up his daughter and comfort her.

Serena sniffled and said, "Timothy, I came today to apologize on behalf of my mom."

Timothy Xavier said softly, "It’s all in the past. What your mom did isn’t something you could control. I know it has nothing to do with you."

Serena smiled through her tears and said, "Timothy, as long as you believe in me, any grievance I suffer is worth it! I’ve already thought of a way to clear Miss Ellison’s name. Rest assured, I won’t let her bear the blame."

"What way?"

There was worry in Timothy’s eyes, seemingly afraid that Serena would get hurt.

Serena shook her head and said, "You don’t need to worry about it. Your company has so many things to handle, you shouldn’t bother with women’s affairs. Leave it to me, I promise to give Miss Ellison an explanation."

I was too tired to watch her act and directly asked Timothy, "Are you going to the hospital or not? If you’re not going, I’ll go by myself."

At this point, Doris clung to Timothy’s neck and said, "Daddy, you haven’t played with Mom and me for so long! Today is the weekend, please spend the day with us!"

Timothy’s eyes were filled with tenderness and doting, and he explained to his daughter, "Daddy has something to do today. I’ll be with you once it’s done, okay?"

"No! I want Daddy to stay with us now. Mom’s crying, and Daddy must comfort her properly!"

Doris clung to Timothy’s neck and wouldn’t let go.

I smirked, finding this all pointless from beginning to end!

I didn’t wait for Timothy any longer and left with my bag.

Timothy called after me, but I ignored him.

After all, at times like these, hasn’t he always chosen Serena or his daughter?

Even if I waited, it would only be humiliating. Why waste time here?

At the hospital.

A group of experts surrounded Xavier Group’s equipment for research.

When I arrived, the dean said to me, "There’s a slight problem with this equipment. We’ve been debugging it for a long time, but we still can’t reach the original parameters. Could you possibly contact President Xavier and have him send Xavier Group’s internal R&D team to take a look?"

I had a bit of a headache.

At that moment...

Timothy Xavier was probably still at home with his daughter!

Moreover, when I left just now, I didn’t wait for him and even snubbed him.

At that moment, I heard Timothy Xavier’s voice approaching from afar, "What problem has occurred with the equipment?"

Surprised, I turned around to find Timothy Xavier had actually come.

The dean explained the situation to Timothy Xavier.

But now, the chief designer of the equipment, Miles Sawyer, had been taken away for investigation and definitely couldn’t come.

Moreover, Miles ended up like this; although he deserved it, ultimately, I was the one who exposed him.

If he knew it was for adjusting equipment for my mother, he might not come either.

The things I could think of, Timothy Xavier obviously could too.

He said displeasedly, "See now how serious it is? I warned you long ago not to make enemies with the Sawyer Family."

"These words should be directed at people in the academic circle."

So many people cited Miles Sawyer’s false data, spending immense manpower and resources conducting experiments based on it.

Possibly spending many years, achieving nothing.

I don’t think there was anything wrong with exposing Miles Sawyer.

Timothy Xavier should also understand that what Miles did was wrong.

So he didn’t continue arguing with me but took out his phone to make a call.

Soon, a middle-aged man in his fifties arrived at the hospital.

Narrowly built, he bore a slight resemblance to Miles and Serena Sawyer.

I immediately realized that this person was likely Serena and Miles’ father.

When I investigated Miles Sawyer’s background, I discovered his father, Peter Sawyer, was also a renowned figure in the academic world.

Now, I finally understood how Miles Sawyer, being a late-starting Ph.D. holder, managed to produce so many top-notch academic papers.

Even though I thought a lot internally, I couldn’t blatantly scrutinize Peter Sawyer due to his status in the academic field.

When Peter Sawyer saw me, he suddenly halted, a trace of surprise etched across his face.

Gazing into his distant and unfocused eyes, I felt as though he was looking through me, seeing someone else.