He leaned forward slightly, his hands supporting himself on the wheelchair's armrests, head down, his body trembling from the pain.
"The doctor said that if you keep abusing painkillers like this, you'll just become more dependent on them!"
His wife's words made him raise his head, behind his disheveled hair was a glimpse of an eye, an eye filled with confusion, pain, and anger.
"They said you handed over last month's money."
His wife paused for a moment, "Yes, I did."
"Where did the money come from?" He stared intently at his wife's expression and eyes, trying to see how she'd lie.
She indeed didn't quite know how to answer this question, though she'd thought about being discovered and how to deal with it many times.
But at this moment, she didn't know what to say or how to say it.
Those pre-thought plans had become meaningless.
"I earned it from work," she said.
Ogre didn't believe her at all.
"You're an unskilled housewife, can you earn dozens of dollars in a month?"
