My Wife

Hazel was still vomiting, which made her feel awful. Staring at her, Regan had never averted his attention from her. Only after a few days, Regan saw that Hazel's healthy body got thinner. Even her chubby cheek had sunken tremendously, which made her face as small as the size of his palm. Looking at this, he felt incredibly distressed. Regan didn't have the appetite too when he saw Hazel couldn't eat. He had tried all kinds of methods; she would even vomit when he fed her with the unflavored porridge. Feeling awful, she looked at him with grievance and tears in her eyes. Staring at her pitiful look, he kissed her non-stop, wishing that he could be the one going through all this suffering in her place. Mrs. West, Abigail and Penelope were also very anxious. They knew that Regan had been giving special attention to Miss Wilkinson all this while. He was always concerned if Miss Wilkinson was full or not; if she had eaten less or if she needed more nutrition. But now, since Miss Wilkinson