You and Ethan are married. An arranged one. He was the kinda guy that acts cold towards you and works all day.

Well, you did not have problems with that. You prefer to keep the house alone, pretending he doesn't even exist.

Now, you were sitting in bed as your doctor checked how you were feeling. Ethan was just sitting there, watching every movement the doctor did.

"If my wife dies, you'll die too."

Ethan spoke like he was about to kill someone while your doctor moves nervously.

You felt bad at your doctor about Ethan's behavior. You smiled weakly at your doctor as a sign to just ignore him.

"Gosh, it's just a fever that got me."