You Want Me Back? Sorry, Request Rejected Chapter 08

You Want Me Back? Sorry, Request Rejected Chapter 08

The rain fell over Halston all night. The light above the operating room flicked on and off. 

By dawn, Elise finally managed to lift her heavy 

eyelids. The burning ache all over her body still 

hadn’t faded. 

“Ms. Stanton, you have a viral infection. Good thing you came in when you did–any later, and it 

could’ve turned into pneumonia. Your life would’ve been in danger then. We tried calling your husband several times but couldn’t get through. 

“In the end, your phone died and shut off. You should let him know what’s going on. Your family 

must be worried sick right now.” A young nurse 

who had stopped by to change Elise’s IV drip 

chattered on at her bedside, then handed over a 

fully charged phone. 

Elise’s expression didn’t change at her words, but 

her heart ached. She forced a smile and said, ” 

Okay. Thanks.” 

How could Calvin and the others have time to 

answer her call when they were busy being a happy family of four with Sabrina? 

Elise powered her phone back on. As the screen lit 

up, a missed call from Calvin appeared. She froze 

for a moment. 

The very next second, the special ringtone she’d 

set for Regina rang out. Worried something 

might’ve happened to her, she quickly answered.” 

Hello? Gina, what happ-” 

“Mommy!” Regina cut her off, her voice icy as she 

screamed, “Do you know that Sabrina almost died 

because of what you did?” 

Elise’s face went blank. “Gina, what are you talking 

about?” 

Regina’s voice only grew more agitated. “The 

doctor said Sabrina had an allergic reaction to 

mugwort because she wore your clothes! Daddy 

stayed with her all night just to get her through the 

worst of it. 

“If you hadn’t put that mugwort on your pajamas, she never would’ve been in danger. You’re a 

murderer! Why aren’t you the one lying on that 

hospital bed?” 

Hearing the daughter she’d brought into this world 

curse her like that made Elise feel as if every bone 

in her body were being sawed apart by a rusted 

knife. 

Clothes scented with mugwort… 

When Rowan and Regina were born, both of them 

were frail and sickly. Their pediatrician had 

suggested traditional herbal therapy, and mugwort 

was the only medicinal scent their bodies could 

tolerate. 

So, over the years, Elise had gotten into the habit 

of lightly scenting her own clothes with mugwort. 

There was no such thing as a harmless remedy. When she first started wearing those clothes, angry 

red welts had flared up all over her skin. 

But day after day, for the sake of the twins‘ health, she’d endured it. Eventually, her body had grown 

immune to it, and a faint herbal scent clung to her 

all year round. Calvin had scorned her for it more 

than once, calling her a “walking apothecary“. 

“Gina, calm down.” Elise’s voice cooled. “You need 

to understand that she’s the one who took my 

pajamas without asking. How is it my fault now 

that she’s allergic to mugwort?” 

It was the first time Regina had ever heard Elise 

speak to her in that tone. She went quiet for a 

beat, then snorted and snapped, “Why should we 

have asked you? You’re the one who moved out, 

and Daddy said Sabrina could wear the pajamas. 

“Besides, when things went wrong last night, you deliberately ignored Daddy’s calls. You’re awful, 

Mommy. I’m never talking to you again!” 

With that, she hung up on Elise in a huff and immediately blocked her number again. This time, 

she was going to block her for a whole year! 

She was the youngest in the family, and Elise had always cared about her the most. But now, she 

didn’t want to have anything to do with Elise anymore. She was going to make Elise seriously reflect on what she’d done wrong. 

Elise’s hands and feet turned chilly. Her palms 

shook. She still couldn’t quite believe those words 

had come out of her daughter’s mouth. Her vision 

went blurry as tears filled her eyes, and the dull 

ache in her chest suddenly turned into a painful 

throbbing. 

Suddenly, a small hand holding a tissue appeared in front of her eyes. “Pretty lady, your eyes are raining. You should wipe them.” 

Elise looked up. A little girl in a hospital gown, about four years old, stood before her, her complexion pale and her hair a bit mussed. A pair 

of bright eyes watched her with open worry as the 

girl carefully lifted the tissue toward the corners of 

Elise’s eyes. She was the little munchkin from the 

bed next to hers. 

That morning, when Elise had first woken up, she’d happened to notice that the girl’s IV drip was nearly finished and was about to start backflowing.