My Doting Husband Chapter 25 Why Are You Here

Joey took the signed receipt and went to the charging office on the first floor to go through the
discharge formalities.

Emma took off the hospital gown and put on a light blue long knitted pullover. She was sitting in a chair
and looking through news.

The door of the ward was opened. There were some footsteps.

Emma thought it was Joey, so she didn't look up, "The procedures are completed so soon?"

After a while, the person said, "Emma, it's me..."

Kate's soft voice was like a very thin needle pierced into Emma's skin, making Emma feel so
uncomfortable all over her body.

Emma raised her head, put the phone on the side of the hospital bed, and asked coldly, "What are you
here? How do you know that I am in the hospital?"

Kate's face was a little pale. She frowned, which made people feel so sorry for her. She always looked
aggrieved in front of others.

If it was in the past, Emma felt that it was because Kate felt inferior from the bottom of her heart, she
showed such a look. But now Emma didn't think so. Kate was just like a cat, who could consciously or
unconsciously arouse the protective desire of the people around her. Even Emma felt so, let alone a
man.

...

"Don't worry. I didn't tell anyone you’re sick. I just learned about it accidentally. My classmate is a nurse
in this hospital..." Kate explained.



Emma coldly picked up the phone again, "You are really worried about me!"

Kate heard the irony in Emma's tone.

In fact, what Emma said was right. Kate did it deliberately. After noticing Ivan's abnormality at the
entrance of the emergency room the day before yesterday, the first person she could think of was
Emma.

She barely slept in these two nights. The first thing she did to get up this morning was to call the
hospital to ask.

Sure enough, with the help of her classmate, it was not difficult for her to find Emma's name.

On the way here, she made enough psychological preparations. In any case, she must make a clear
with Emma today. She could no longer allow Emma to stay in the country...

"I think we two should have a talk."

After a while, Kate spoke.

Kate looked a bit nervous, but her attitude was tough.

Emma raised her head, put the phone on her lap, straightened her back, and said, "It just so happens
that we two should have an end."

Hearing Emma's tone, Kate couldn't be tough anymore.

She didn't know why she always felt so humble in front of Emma. It was not because of her origin or
her appearance. In short, as long as Emma raises the head and looked directly at her, that kind of
inborn pride would be revealed naturally.

Kate finally looked away because of a guilty conscience.



In the chair, Emma sat steadily as before, with her eyes still locked on Kate's face, waiting for her to
speak.

Kate took a deep breath and said, "I know you hate me and don't want to see me. Fine! I don't want to
waste my time, either."

Emma showed a fake smile.

Kate walked to the window by herself, turned her back to Emma, and looked at the snow on the ground
outside the window.

"My parents divorced when I was 4 years old. My mother ran away with the pesticide seller in the town.
I only remembered her back when she left. I forget her appearance... My father made a living by selling
fruits. We lived in a state of being chased by cops..."

Kate laughed at herself, "I have been afraid of the cops since I was a child. In my eyes, the cops are
not good people. They forced us to live a difficult life."

"What does this have to do with me?"

Emma's cold voice came from behind.

Kate turned around and looked at Emma who was sitting in the chair.

Emma was so pretty. Her facial features were so delicate and had no flaws. Even in a weak state, she
could still look so good. Besides, she had the strong family background...

"Emma, you don't know what inferiority is. That's because you were born with a silver spoon. But I was
not! I can only watch you enjoy the best thing, including Ivan..."

Speaking of Ivan, Kate inadvertently revealed a moment of softness.



She walked up to Emma and looked at her condescendingly, "Emma, do you know? From the first time
I saw Ivan, I knew that this man would definitely be mine. Although you were already with him..."

Emma smiled sarcastically, "Is that the real reason that you said I was the mistress in front of my Dad?"

Kate's eyes widened. She stared at Emma, and said, "Aren't you? Ivan has already said it very clearly.
He loves me. He has never loved you. So how can I be the person to intervene you guys’ relationship?
But now, you always pester Ivan. This is not a mistress?! Don’t think I don’t know you! I know you hate
me guts. Even if you can't get Ivan, you don't want him to be with me. Am I right?"

Emma's sitting posture remained the same. She looked up at Kate, not to be outdone at all, "You are
right. I really think so."

Kate smiled suddenly, then a scornful look showed on her face, "Unfortunately, you don't have this
chance. Do you know that Ivan and I are getting married..."

Emma's face sank.

Seeing Emma's face like this, Kate felt so relieved.

She took a deep breath, then raised her head and said, "So you’re unhappy, right? I tell you it will be
more than that! Ivan and I come to the hospital today just because we have to do a premarital
examination. We planned to have a child."

Emma gritted her teeth. She wanted to rush to tear off Kate's nasty face, but she also knew her current
state and knew she couldn't beat this bitch!

Kate got her confidence back. Then she turned around to pick up her handbag from the hospital bed,
and took the phone out of it.

A slender finger tapped on the screen. Soon, a photo popped out.



She handed the phone to Emma, waiting to see Emma's wonderful look.

Emma's hand trembled slightly. She knew that there wouldn't be any good things in it, but she still
couldn't help but take it.

Holding the phone in her hand, lowering her head, the familiar figure came into her view.

The background of the photo was the airport in L City. A young couple kissed each other
affectionately.


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