The Unwanted Perfect Husband

Chapter 5

“You’re crazy!” Noura shouted. “This isn’t some fairy tale! What do you think you are, a doctor?! Stay where you are and stop causing trouble!”

Eden shook his head, his voice sounding concerned but filled with judgment. “Thad, enough. Don’t make this situation any worse. Let’s just wait for the professionals.”

Several other relatives joined in.

‘What a know-it-all.’

‘He’s always been an attention seeker.’

‘What kind of chef can wake up an unconscious person with his cooking? Don’t embarrass the family.’

Thaddeus looked at them one by one. “If I’m wrong, you can punish me afterward. But if I’m right, Gerald has a better chance of surviving until the ambulance arrives. The choice is yours.”

A brief silence fell over the dining room. They thought it was better than letting Gerald die.

Finally, Noura said, “Do whatever you want! But if anything happens to him because of you, you’ll be held responsible! The Kincaid family will never forgive you!”

Thaddeus nodded once. He removed his hand from Gerald’s jaw after making sure his head was positioned safely, then stood and quickly headed for the kitchen.

Several relatives continued cursing behind him, but he didn't hear them. His mind was already focused on the ingredients he knew were available in the kitchen.

Thaddeus turned on the small stove in the corner and grabbed some fresh ginger, a cinnamon stick, a few remaining mint leaves, and a little honey. His hands moved quickly, almost without thought.

He sliced the ginger paper-thin, simmered it briefly at the right temperature, added just the right amount of cinnamon, then dropped in the mint at the very last moment to preserve its essential oils.

A spicy, warm aroma quickly filled the kitchen.

Thaddeus poured the yellowish liquid into a small bowl, then hurried back to the others.

Yilna eyed the bowl suspiciously. “What is that?”

“Ginger, cinnamon, and mint infusion. I adjusted the temperature and proportions carefully,” he replied briefly. “Help me support his head.”

And damn it, no one moved to help!

In the end, Thaddeus crouched down again himself, supporting Gerald's head with one hand while carefully pouring a small amount of the liquid into the corner of his mouth. Most of it simply flowed back out, but a few drops managed to go down.

The seconds felt painfully long.

Gerald remained limp. There was no change.

Shein scoffed. “I told you it was pointless. You're just wasting time.”

Eden sighed and shook his head. “Thad... you're pushing yourself too far.”

“Let him do it. We can start preparing his punishment,” another aunt said.

They all agreed that Thaddeus's cooking wouldn't work and that it would fail to help Gerald. After all, Thaddeus had already told them they could punish him if he was wrong.

Thaddeus poured a little more of the mixture into Gerald's mouth, this time more slowly and carefully.

Then suddenly, Gerald coughed. It was very weak. Almost inaudible. But it was enough to make everyone freeze.

Noura's eyes widened. “Gerald...?”

Cough... cough... cough.

Gerald coughed again, this time a little more strongly. Saliva and a small amount of food came out of the corner of his mouth. His chest rose more deeply. The bluish color of his lips slowly began to fade.

Gerald wasn't fully conscious yet. His eyes remained closed. But his breathing was clearly more stable than it had been five minutes earlier.

The room fell completely silent.

Noura stared at her son-in-law, her expression a mixture of shock, suspicion, and something she couldn't yet put into words.

“What... did you just do?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Thaddeus placed the bowl on the floor.

“I just gave him herb food,” he replied flatly. “And the paramedics can handle the rest.”

From somewhere in the distance, the sound of sirens finally became faintly audible.

But in the suddenly silent room, no one spoke. Every eye was fixed on the man they had always believed was only good for cooking in a kitchen, and on Gerald, whose breathing was now noticeably better than before.