Chapter 10 She grabbed her phone and ordered takeout. Chicken with mushrooms and some beans... She had a very good appetite. Just after placing her order, Jamarion appeared at the door. His eyes were rimmed with red, clouded with something Brylee couldn't quite read. It was guilt, perhaps. "Brylee," he said quietly, "let me send you abroad." Brylee stared at him, dumbfounded. "Your presence... is affecting Kylee's mood. Her health depends on keeping her spirits up. So, if you could go abroad for a while, until she stabilizes, I'll bring you back. Will you do that?" Brylee gaped at him in disbelief, the nurses' words echoing in her ears. Suddenly, she grabbed the nebulizer from her bedside table and hurled it at him. He dodged just in time. "Jamarion Galvan, you disgust me. If you love Kylee so much, then divorce me and be with her!" Jamarion looked at Brylee's outburst with peace. He wasn't irritated at all. Instead, he simply picked up the nebulizer, set it aside, and pulled her into his arms. "Bry, I know you're hurt. Just this once. Go abroad, and when you return, I promise I'll cut ties with her and make things right between us." Brylee's stomach churned violently. She felt like puking. "You make me sick," she snapped, pointing at his face. "Get out. I don't want to see you again." But Jamarion only held her tighter, sighing. "Bry, you're jealous, aren't you? I know you love me. But Kylee is your sister. You wouldn't want anything to happen to her, would you?" Brylee was too distraught to say anything complete. "Just go... please... I don't want to see you..." At last, Jamarion set her down. "Brylee, trust me. I won't abandon you. Just think of it as a trip abroad. Three months at most, and then I'll bring you home." "Get out!" Brylee screamed. She spat bile in his face. Jamarion then left, without the answer he had expected. Brylee collapsed back onto the bed as if she'd fought a war. She was utterly spent. Out in the hall, Jamarion stopped a doctor. "Brylee's been vomiting badly. What's wrong with her?" The doctor replied, "Mrs. Galvan's been ill with a cold, and her emotional stress hasn't helped. Vomiting isn't unusual in such cases. Mr. Galvan, you should make sure she eats on a regular basis." That reminder jolted Jamarion. Had he forgotten to get her breakfast? And now it was nearly lunchtime. Guilt weighed heavily on him. As her husband, he had utterly failed her. But he swore silently to make it up to her. Once Kylee was past this crisis, he would do anything for Brylee. He quickened his pace toward the cafeteria, only to collide head-on with a deliveryman carrying a feast of food. He then headed straight into Brylee's room. Jamarion's brows drew together in puzzlement. Brylee had always clung to him. Chances were she was pregnant. Brylee's lips curved faintly. This baby had come at the worst possible time. When Jamarion stepped into the room, she was staring pale-faced out the window. But her voice was steady and firm. "Jamarion, can you buy me some mifepristone pills?" He froze, startled. The timid girl who once trembled before him was now bossing him around? He masked his reaction. "What kind of pills?" "Painkillers. For cramps." Brylee turned away, whispering, "Please."