He could endure anything, after all, it was he who had been blind in choosing a partner, and who could he complain to about that? But there was one thing that, he guessed, no man in the world would tolerate—being cuckolded. Lily once injured her leg playing around and needed a blood transfusion. Cherishing this daughter of his, he wanted to donate blood himself, but that despicable woman obstructed him at every turn. She claimed she was worried about him and insisted she would do it since they both had type B blood. Although he didn't understand what had gotten into her, he agreed without much thought given the urgency of the situation at the time.
After several rounds pacing at the entrance of the corridor, he thought that perhaps this woman wasn't that outrageous; at the very least, she was genuine in her love for her daughter and wasn't completely without redeeming qualities. He decided to go and see her, even calling a servant to bring nourishing soup to replenish her blood.