Perhaps it was because I had overheard her conversation with the doctor that I felt a twinge of fear towards her, and I instinctively flinched away.
She noticed my resistance, and a flicker of sadness crossed her eyes.
But she didn't press for anything, and with the nurse's help, I dressed in an outfit that felt unfamiliar yet clearly expensive.
Breathing in the fresh air, I was surprised to see a fleet of luxury cars, each more opulent than the last.
Sitting comfortably in a Mercedes van, the woman sat next to me with a doctor also in the vehicle.
I had been unaware of our financial status, but the sight of these cars startled me, prompting me to blurt out, "Are all these cars ours? You must have made a fortune for us to live so comfortably."
Seeing my reaction, the woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, saying gently, "Our family is really wealthy, and your wife is this beautiful. Why can't you believe it? And yes, all these cars are part of our convoy."