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‘Did I… hit him?‘ Sheena wondered.

With tears in her eyes, Sheena stared at Elliot in disbelief.

“Eli, did I cause these injuries? Did I hurt you?”

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“Nana, don’t be upset. I can explain this.”

Explanation usually meant finding excuses, and no rebuttal meant it was true.

Sheena let out a self–deprecating laugh.

Apart from her, there was no way Elliot would let anyone else lay a finger on him.

These injuries were actually caused by her…

“I’m sorry.”

Her hand trembled as she reached for the deep purple bruises on his chest, but

seeing his skin covered in wounds, she stopped, unsure of what to do.

“How could I have hurt you like this? How could I…”

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably as she stared at his injuries, feeling

defeated and shocked.

Elliot gently cupped her cheek, wiping away the tears that fell.

“It’s not your fault. You were just unwell, that’s all. I’m not in pain. These are just

superficial wounds, and they look worse than they are, really.”

“Don’t try to comfort me. I can see that it’s not that simple.” Sheena sniffled, then

asked, “What illness do I have?”

“Bipolar disorder.”

Sheena hung her head in dismay, contemplating the diagnosis.

Elliot took her hand, explaining, “Ultimately, it’s because of me. If I had taken better

precautions, you wouldn’t have gotten pregnant, let alone traveled all the way to

Laubabwe because of my illness. Your condition is mostly related to me, so Nana, I

willingly let you vent your frustrations on me and be your punching bag. You don’t need to feel guilty.”

How could she not feel guilty?

Sheena knew well that these words were just to comfort her.

Elliot continued to wipe her tears.

He softened his tone and added, “Honey, please don’t cry anymore, okay? Seeing you upset breaks my heart.”

Sheena suppressed her heartache, containing her sadness, and said seriously,”

These injuries are serious. You need to apply ointment every day so that it heals. faster. Did you apply the ointment today?”

Elliot shook his head.

“Go get the ointment. I’ll help you apply it.”

Elliot hesitated. “It’s really not a big deal. It’s too much trouble.”

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Sheena said, “After causing you such injuries, I have to do something to compensate

for it. Let me help you apply the medicine. Otherwise, I’ll feel uneasy.”

Seeing her accepting the situation quite well, Elliot briefly breathed a sigh of relief

and agreed.

“Alright, Nana. You should eat first. I’ll get the ointment and be back soon.”

Sheena nodded silently.

While waiting for Elliot to return, she picked at her food, taking a few bites to pass

the time, but her appetite was minimal.

When Elliot entered the room again and saw her eating, he quickly relaxed.

“Nana, finish your meal first. Eat the whole bowl of seafood chowder before helping me with the ointment, okay?”

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“Okay.”

As a patient who knew her own condition, she knew she needed to eat to have sufficient strength to fight the illness.

However, with her emotions tangled up, she could not force herself to eat more.

Sheena managed to eat only half a bowl.

Elliot did not insist.

Noticing that she could not eat more, he obediently started undressing.

Sheena watched him and added, “All of it. Take it all off.”

She needed him completely naked for a thorough examination.

Elliot hesitated for a moment, then obediently complied.

He took off his suit and shirt and quickly undone the belt buckle.

Knowing that Sheena’s emotions remained relatively stable after learning about her

condition was his greatest relief.

This small request should be fine.

However, he overlooked how severe his injuries were.

Sheena thought she was mentally prepared, but when she saw the overlapping old and new wounds on his back, she could not hold back the tears once again.

The injuries on Elliot’s back were the worst because he could not apply medicine properly, causing the healing process to be slow.

The deep red bruises and even the bleeding wounds were a sore sight.

Sheena instructed Elliot to lie down on the bed, and, despite her tears, she applied

the ointment to his wounds.

During her manic episodes, she would lose consciousness and would not remember

anything.

If it were not for the shocking injuries on Elliot’s body, she might not have recalled

any of the incidents.

She was too much of a threat, not knowing when her episodes would occur or what

she might do during them.

Being in Elliot’s presence in such a dysfunctional state would only continue to harm

him.

After much hesitation and contemplation, Sheena finally mustered the courage to say, “Elliot, maybe… we should get a divorce.”