Carefully, Max led his wife to the toilet. When he arrived at the door, the woman smiled at him.
“The only thing that hurt is my back, Max. I can walk alone,” Gabriella said casually.
"But you still have to be watched," the man implied with a wrinkled brow.
Patting her husband's hand, the woman pursed her lips. "I don't want to be a spoiled woman. So let me do it alone. If there's anything, I'll definitely call you."
"But—"
"I'm just peeing, Max," Gabriella said, raising an eyebrow.
After taking a deep breath, the man finally let go of his wife's hand. "Don't lock the door."
The woman chuckled and nodded. "I'll be fine," she said before entering.
For a moment, Max stood with his brows furrowed nervously. The doctor had explained that the bleeding would still occur. He was really af
