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The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 394

I can’t figure out why Sophie and Thomas seem to hate each other.

But I know that when people are under pressure, they’re more likely to say things they’ll regret.

The elephant in the room, right?

Everyone’s afraid Kyle will suddenly die. Gone.

Sophie had the grace to look ashamed. “You are right. I apologize.”

“I apologize too,” Thomas said.

“Good.” I looked at the children. “Do you three want to explain to everyone what Dr. Norbu actually said? Since there seems to be some confusion about whether Kyle is dying immediately or not.

Alexander brightened. “He’s not dying immediately! The wizard doctor said his immune system is like a fire that’s burning the house instead of keeping it warm, and they’re going to try to make the fire smaller by opening windows and using herbs and fixing his guts.

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“He also said,” Ethan added, “that Western medicine tries to pour water on the fire by suppressing the immune system completely, but that’s like damaging the house as much as the fire does. So they’re going to use a combination of lower-dose Western medicines and Eastern approaches to find

balance.”

“And meditation,” Madison said softly. “To help Kyle’s brain stop telling his body that everything is dangerous all the time.”

Sophie pressed her hand to her heart. “Mon dieu. I am sorry. I heard ‘ten minutes’ and I thought-

“You thought the doctor took one look and decided there was nothing to be done,” Kyle said. His voice was rough but not unkind. “It’s okay, Sophie. I appreciate that you cared enough to panic.”

“I did not panic. I simply moved with urgency.”

“You panic-moved,” Scarlett said. “There’s a difference.”

“There is not a difference!”

“You were crying in the car.”

“I was not crying! I had something in my eye!”

“Both eyes?”

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“Yes! Both eyes! The car had very poor air quality!”

Morton finally cracked a smile. “You made me drive ninety miles an hour through midtown traffic because you thought I was about to lose my best friend.”

“I was trying to help!”

“I know.” Morton’s voice had gone soft again. “Thank you for trying to help.”

Sophie’s shoulders sagged. “I am sorry. To everyone. I am a dramatic person who jumps to dramatic conclusions and causes dramatic scenes.”

“We know,” Thomas said.

“That was not helpful, Thomas.”

“You literally just described yourself as dramatic three times in one sentence. I was agreeing with your self-assessment.”

“When I describe myself as dramatic, it is self-aware and charming. When you describe me as

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“That’s not how words work.”

“That is exactly how words work when it comes to personal descriptions!”

“Children,” I said again, but this time I was smiling despite myself.

Madison tugged on my sleeve again. “Mia, they’re still fighting.”

“I know, baby.”

“But quieter this time.”

“A little bit quieter.”

Alexander climbed down from the bed and marched over to where Sophie and Thomas were standing. He put his hands on his hips and looked up at them with an expression that could only be described as fierce.

“You need to stop,” he announced. “You need to stop fighting and being mean to each other because this is a hospital and hospitals are for helping people get better, not for making people feel worse.”

Sophie looked down at him. “You are absolutely right, mon petit.”

“And,” Alexander continued, clearly not finished, “Kyle just found out he might get better with the wizard doctor and Morton just found out Kyle isn’t dying right this second and Mama’s been up since really early because I woke her up to tell her Gas had to pee, and everyone is tired and everyone

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is worried and fighting doesn’t help.”

Ethan had climbed down too. He came to stand next to his brother, his face serious. “Conflict resolution requires all parties to acknowledge their role in the disagreement and commit to communicating with respect.”

“Where did you learn that?” Thomas asked.

“School. Mrs. Rodriguez makes us say it every time someone gets in a fight at recess.”

Madison joined them, her small hand still clutching her river stone. “Also, mean words make people sad. Even grown-ups.”

The three of them stood there in a row, looking up at Sophie and Thomas with identical expressions of determination.

Sophie knelt down, her scarlet coat pooling around her. “You are right. All of you. I am sorry for being mean to Thomas,”

“I’m sorry too,” Thomas said, though he stayed standing. “I shouldn’t have said those things.”

“Even though they were true?” Sophie asked.

“Even though some of them might have been partially based in observable reality.”

“That is not an apology! That is a very fancy way of saying ‘I’m sorry but I’m still right’!”

“Sophie.” Alexander’s voice had gone very firm. “What did we just say?”

She pressed her lips together. “You are right. Again. I am sorry, Thomas. For real this time.”

Thomas nodded. “I accept your apology. And I’m sorry too. For real.”

“I accept your apology also.”

They looked at each other for a long moment. Not quite friendly. But not hostile either.

“Good,” Alexander said. “Now hug it out.”

“Hug it out?” Sophie repeated.

“That’s what Mrs. Rodriguez makes us do. You have to hug the person you fought with so everyone knows you’re really sorry.”

Sophie and Thomas exchanged horrified looks.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Thomas started.

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“Rules are rules,” Ethan said. “Mrs. Rodriguez is very clear about this.”

“But we’re adults,” Thomas tried again.

“Adults need to follow rules too,” Madison said softly. “That’s what my daddy used to say.

There was a beat of silence.

Then Sophie stood up, smoothed down her coat, and opened her arms. “Come, Thomas. Let us hug it out so the children will stop looking at us like we are criminals.”

Thomas looked like he was being asked to hug a porcupine. But he stepped forward, and they embraced briefly, awkwardly, like two people who’d just met at a particularly uncomfortable party.

“There,” Sophie said, stepping back immediately. “We have hugged. We are reconciled. The children are satisfied.”

“Very satisfied,” Alexander said, nodding seriously. “Good job, grown-ups.”