Chapter 848 Carla, I Hate You!

'A marriage involves two parties. If I had just improved on myself or at least resisted the temptation from outside, I wouldn't have hurt Eunice, ' he couldn't help but think.

If only he had actively put Eunice up in his family to make others consider her as his equal, nothing more, nothing less, then maybe things wouldn't have ended up like this.

It was at these moments, when Eunice called passionately for Terence's name, that Rhys couldn't help but become anxious over his standing.

It was also at these moments, where he couldn't help but regret all that he had done to push the woman away.

He was so powerless that he just asked Terence's help so that she could keep herself together!

'How stupid can you be, Rhys?' he scolded himself.

In the ward.

Although Eunice was sick, she didn't look the part. She was clothed in all her expensive but comfortable clothing as she greeted Carla and Terence.

Carla couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Eunice was just deceiving herself at this point.

Was she really that sick in the head or was she that resistant in trying to avoid a failed marriage?

Watching the pathetic scene in front of her, Carla slowly shook her head. The woman might as well be stabbing her own chest right in front of them if she kept pushing it.

"Terence, our son is so great! Look at the drawing he gave me! Oh, I almost forgot. Here are the roses he made for me during class," she said, her voice glowing with pride.

She pulled out her drawer to display the gifts that her son had showered her with. They were delightful, and Eunice felt so appreciative of her little boy.

Terence watched her as she showed the stuff that she was given, one object at a time. Her makeup was already smudged from her exasperated expressions. He glanced Carla's way, who was standing aside quietly.

"Terence, what's wrong? Why are you so quiet? Is it because I shaved my head? Am I ugly? I swear–I swear they'll grow back soon!"

Eunice placed a hand over her head, eyeing him nervously.

Since the accident, Eunice had to apply the ointment the doctor had given her on the wound.

as you do? You... you bitch!"

Carla stood, unmoving, letting her words slap her right in the face. Terence's hold tightened, and

he turned around.

"Eunice, if I would've married you that day, I would've already divorced you a week after."

What did she take him for?

Did she really think he was like this to treat any woman?

"No, that's not true," she pushed.

"You're so good to her– the best. If I would've married you, then it would just be the same."

Terence snorted.

"You know why I treat her well?

Huh? It's because she's worth it. She'd run through the dark just to find me. She stood against all the hatred she had to face when she gave me a daughter. She'd give her whole life up for me. Everything she did– it's not because I'm a solider or who I am. In her eyes, I'm just ordinary."

Eunice furrowed her eyebrows. What had she done for Rhys?

Both parties needed to sacrifice to maintain a relationship. However, both of their egos were too big to back down.

"In her eyes, I'm not perfect, I'm not good at everything. I'm just one of the thousands of people in the world she got to meet.

And you're asking me why I'm so kind to her? I will not only be just that! I'll make her the happiest woman alive!"

Terence said firmly.

Carla, who was taking all of his words in, blinked back a few tears.

She raised her head slowly, just to take a better look at her love.