I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 157

Zelda sighed inwardly. Having lived through half her life, she saw things with crystal clarity. The thin, transparent barrier between Nora and Felix was glaringly obvious to her.

Right now, it was impossible for Nora to welcome a new romance. The girl had just crawled out of a marriage that had drained her lifeblood. Her mind was entirely consumed by her career, leaving zero emotional bandwidth to reevaluate where the men in her life stood.

As for Felix, he had waited ten years. Another little while wouldn't kill him.

They were both her most cherished students. She didn't want either of them to get hurt, but matters of the heart could never be forced.

The only thing she could do was play dumb. She would never bring up matchmaking in front of Nora again, and she would never breathe a word to Felix about what she had overheard in that room.

Some answers just had to be left to time.

A week later, Nora officially decided to discharge from the hospital.

The stitches on her left arm had been removed, leaving the fresh skin a tender pink. Her mobility was mostly back to normal, though the doctor advised against lifting heavy objects or holding one position for too long.

The doctor noted she had healed faster than expected but recommended staying two more days for observation.

She couldn't wait anymore. Several data sets were piling up at the lab waiting for her review. With Seraphina having just joined the Institute, every extra day spent in this bed fueled Nora's anxiety.

She absolutely couldn't allow Seraphina to sink her claws into her projects while she was away.

Zelda and Felix arrived at the hospital room early. As Zelda helped pack the items that had accumulated over the week on the nightstand, she lectured her softly.

"I told you to stay a few more days, but you just won't listen. Ever since you joined us, you've always had a stubborn streak. But do you have any idea how worried I am? Your Professor is stressing out at home, too. Yesterday he asked if I could convince you to stay another week. I told him there was no chance I could change your mind."

Nora sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her coat over her shoulders. She smiled, her tone playfully coaxing.

Felix walked over, his face devoid of expression. Internally, seeing Finnegan looking so rigid filled him with pure vindication.

The thirty lashes Finnegan took to the back still hadn't healed; he couldn't even stand too long without needing support. He completely deserved that beating!

Seeing Felix, Finnegan's frown deepened. *This guy again.* Every time he saw Felix, his mind inevitably conjured up images of Nora standing shoulder-to-shoulder with this man.

His entire week had been agonizingly frustrating. It had been a full seven days since he was injured at the family dinner, and Nora hadn't called him once.

Sure, he didn't expect her to physically come visit him, but was it really that hard to make a single phone call?

Deep down, it galled him that his grand sacrifice had gone entirely unrewarded.