Adrian was leaning against the car door, his expression dark.
The moment he saw Vivian, he strode over, his tone immediately accusatory.
"I've been calling you all day, and this is where you are? Do you even remember you have a husband? Do you care about a single thing I say?"
Vivian's good mood vanished. "I had things to do. I didn't have time to answer your calls. Why are you here?"
His expression darkened further. "Chloe is still in the hospital."
"Oh. So this is about Chloe again." Vivian's face remained calm. "I'm your wife, not your housekeeper."
Adrian drew a deep breath, as though forcing down his anger so he could reason with her. "I told you, Chloe got sick because of you..."
"So I should visit her?" Vivian cut him off with a laugh. "If a couple of sentences from me can ma
