Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 271

Howard was shocked by Stanley's appearance. As he thought that something major happened, but he was too scared to ask. Therefore, all he could do was to drink with him.

After drinking one cup after another, Stanley, who was sitting next to him, continued to drink silently. Finally, Howard could not stand it any longer. "Stanley, what exactly happened? Don't keep me hanging. Please tell me something, please?"

With one hand on his forehead, Stanley leaned back, and the eyelashes on his closed eyes trembled. After some time, he said bitterly, "Remember when you told me that I should not fall for Sharon. If I listened to you and suppressed the emotions in my heart, I wonder whether it will be better now."

Stanley's words frightened Howard, which made his heart even more flustered. "Come on. What happened? Does Sharon want to divorce you?"

Stanley did not answer. Instead, he muttered, "I don't want her to be hurt, but I'm the one who's hurting her the most. If I don't divorce her, then she'll divorce me after knowing the truth..."

It was only then, Howard realized how serious the matter was. Then, he sat up straight and said, "What exactly is going on, Stanley? Tell me. I might be able to help you solve it."

"No one can resolve this." Stanley drank another mouthful of alcohol. "Shawn found out about the purpose I married Sharon, and he wants me to divorce her."

"What?" Hearing this, Howard frowned. "Why is that guy so shameless?"

Pausing for a moment, Howard looked at the pain in the depths of Stanley's eyes, and his heart jolted. "You... you aren't really going to divorce Sharon, right?"

Stanley's eyes drooped, and the knuckles of his hand holding the wine glass turned white.

"He's just trying to break your relationship with Sharon, and his intentions are disgraceful. Don't fall for his trap! Sharon loves you, and I'm sure she'll choose to forgive you..."

"If it was you, would you be able to forgive me?" Before Howard could finish his sentence, Stanley interrupted. "Would you?"

The question made Howard purse his lips and he fell silent.

All this time, Howard had been involved in the task of finding the right organs for Ember, as well as Sharon's father's physical examination.

Definitely, he was well aware that the reason Stanley married Sharon was to compensate her.

"Why do you want to marry that girl?" A year ago, that was what Howard had asked Stanley.

At that time, Stanley's face was expressionless. "If her father proves to be helpful, then the position of Mrs. Jones would only be a form of compensation for her."

That was Sharon's real purpose in this marriage.

Also, Howard knew about Ember's return. He pursed his lips and asked, "What are you going to do about your mom? You need to use the organs from Sharon's father to save her..."

"She refused the treatment." Stanley interrupted him.

Howard was taken aback. "She doesn't want to go on with the surgery?"

Stanley nodded. "Yes."

"And... You've you agreed?"

"I don't want to hurt Sharon. If I take the organ of her father to save my mom, Sharon would be hurt.'

Stanley had a very close relationship with his mother. So the fact that his mother gave up her treatment was even more painful than killing him.

All of this made Howard's heart filled with shock. He had not expected that Stanley would give up his mother for the sake of Sharon.

"Does Sharon know that you're so considerate towards her?" Howard's lips tugged into a wry smile. "On one side is your wife, and the other side is your mom. I can't imagine the suffering that you're going through."

Stanley drank silently, as if he did not care about his own life.

In the Villa.

Sharon came out of the shower and looked at the time. It was almost 10 p.m., and Stanley had not returned yet.

Sitting on the bed, Sharon sighed as she thought of how Stanley must have been super upset recently. His mother was sick, and he had so much to do at work. What strong psychological endurance he must need so that he would not collapse. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Thinking about that, she pitied him. She wanted to share some of his burdens, but there was nothing she could do.

For the first time, Sharon felt that being too weak was not a good thing either.

Suddenly there was a banging on the door, and it startled Sharon. Today, Hazel did not return with her, as she wanted to stay in the hospital with Ember, which meant that Sharon was alone at home.

If Stanley had returned, he would have the key, so there was no need to knock on the door like that.

With that, Sharon hesitantly walked over and asked with caution, "Who... who's there?"

Outside the door, Howard's voice could be heard, "It's me! Quick! Open the door!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Sharon breathed a sigh of relief. She thought to herself, "Why was Howard here in the middle of the night? " But when she opened the door, she was dumbfounded.

"Give me a hand!" Howard held the intoxicated Stanley and said, "He's drunk!"

Immediately, Sharon went over to hold one side of Stanley's body. As soon as she got close to him, the strong smell of alcohol stung her nose. Together with Howard, they brought Stanley to the bed.

"You guys had alcohol?" Sharon looked at Stanley, who was unconscious. Then, she lay down beside him and caressed his face. "Why did he drink so much?"

Howard snorted. "Phew, I'm exhausted. Didn't you hear me when I called you downstairs?"

"I was taking a shower."

Howard nodded and his throat was dry and thirsty. "Is there any water?"

Still, Sharon did not move. "Over there. Go get it yourself."

Howard was speechless.

Was this the way to treat a guest?

He had worked so hard to bring her husband back, yet she did not even offer to pour a glass of water for him. Jesus...

Keeping his thoughts to himself, Howard rolled his eyes. In the end, he went and poured himself some water.

"Stanley..." Sharon lay beside Stanley, who was drunk, and softly called out to him, "My love, can you hear me?"

Looking at him made Sharon's heart ached. Stanley's face was pale, and his thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed. That beautiful and slender hand of his pressed against his stomach. He must feel very uncomfortable. Seeing that he was in pain, she felt distressed and angry. Why did he drink so much if he knew it was going to be uncomfortable?

Even if Howard did not mention how much Stanley had drunk, Sharon could tell from the smell on his body. His entire body reeked of alcohol, as if he had been soaked in a wine jar.

Why did he torture himself like that? It had just been an afternoon since they had last seen each other.

"Alright, it's not like he's dead. Why do you look so sullen?" Howard's voice sounded behind her. "He's just drunk, okay? Look at your heart- wrenching face. Are you deliberately torturing me — ahem — a singleton?"

Sharon turned around and glared at him. "Why did he drink so much? As his friend, why didn't you stop him?"

Hearing her question, Howard narrowed his eyes and snorted in his heart. "The reason why Stanley is like this was all because of you!"

Instead, he said, "You know him very well. Did you think I could stop him?"

Well, what he said was not wrong. Sharon nodded in agreement. Then, she unbuttoned Stanley's shirt. This way, he would feel a bit more comfortable. "Do you know why did he drink so much?" "What other reason could there be? Men drink for two different things. One was because of work, and the other was because they were in a bad mood."

Sharon's hand paused. "Then which one was his reason?"

"Are you his wife, or I am? Can't you tell whether he's in a bad mood or not?" Howard felt a little indignant for his friend. He was chugging down all his sorrows for her, but this woman did not know anything.

Stanley had protected her well, so well that he did not want her to get the slightest bit of harm.

Howard had never seen a man who loved his wife so much!