Primrose felt her chest tighten. His sorrowful gaze hit her like a punch to the gut.
She couldn't breathe. She couldn't even think. All she could see was the man she loved, drowning in guilt over something he hadn't even done.
"No!" she cried, reaching up to cup his face. "You're still my good husband! You're the best husband in the world!"
Without thinking, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Husband … please don't look at me with such a sad expression." Before she could stop herself, her tears slipped down her cheeks, and her voice cracked into sobs. "If you cry, I'll cry too!"
Edmund was flabbergasted when Primrose suddenly burst into loud sobs, crying even harder than he was.
[Why is my wife crying louder than me?!] he thought, stunned. [Shouldn't I be the one crying right now?]
[How could I be crying softer than my sick wife? I should be crying louder!]
