Chapter 4076

**Married At First Sight Chapter 4076**
**Chapter 4076**

“Have you eaten?” Evan inquired of Abby, his voice still hoarse but loud enough for her to hear.
“I have,” Abby replied. “But now I’m hungry again. You’ve been asleep long enough. Do you even know what time it is? It’s past nine in the evening. Don’t try to talk—if you need to say something, type it out on your phone and show me.”

Evan’s condition had noticeably improved, and Abby felt a wave of relief wash over her. She had genuinely worried that he would remain sick for days due to the spicy food.
“Okay,” Evan rasped, his voice strained but compliant.

Abby handed him the bowl of porridge. “Here, eat this. It’s plain, but at least it has a bit of salt for flavor.”
Evan, clearly famished, finished the porridge quickly.

“Do you want more?” Abby asked. “There’s another bowl in the thermal lunch box.”
Evan shook his head.

It was late, and he didn’t want to overeat. Besides, he was conscious of his physique—he couldn’t afford to jeopardize it. He hadn’t yet won Abby’s heart, and he needed to maintain his charm and appearance.

After finishing his infusion and taking his medication, Abby left the hospital around ten o’clock that night.

Evan, having slept for so long, found himself wide awake. Abby had insisted he stay in the room, so he stood by the window instead, watching her as she walked out of the inpatient building. He followed her movements until she reached the parking lot, got into her car, and drove away. Only then did he finally look away.

His phone rang, breaking the silence.
Evan sat on the edge of the bed and picked it up from the bedside table. The caller ID displayed his mother’s name.
He muttered to himself, “Finally, she remembers to call and check on me.”
But why did she have to call so late? Was she

him about the extreme spiciness beforehand.

“Are you not concerned about interrupting his rest?” Evan answered the call.

“Evan,” Rosella began, “how are you feeling? Your grandmother mentioned that you have a bad cold. Honestly, it’s embarrassing that you ended up in the hospital just from eating chili peppers. Abby loves spicy food. What are you going to do about that in the future? You’ll have to cook for yourself—make two versions of everything: non-spicy for you, and extra spicy for her.”

Evan let out a long sigh. “Mom…”

His voice carried a hint of grievance, but Rosella was determined to hold him accountable.

“You really got yourself into this one,” she teased. “Ending up in the hospital over some chili? It’s ridiculous.”

Evan couldn’t help but feel indignant. Rosella didn’t understand how unbearably spicy the food had been. He had never liked spicy food, even as a child. Back home, the chef always accommodated everyone’s tastes, preparing both spicy and non-spicy dishes. This time, however, no one had considered his preferences.

“This voice,” Rosella said playfully. “You sound like a duck. Are you even my son, or are you some kind of duck spirit?”

Evan was left speechless.

Dear mother, he thought sarcastically. Absolutely my dear mother.

She showed no mercy, poking fun at him without the slightest hint of sympathy.

“You had it coming,” Rosella continued bluntly. “Your three older brothers always listen to your grandmother. Even your eldest brother, as tough as he is, bows his head and follows her wishes. And your younger brothers—the fifth and sixth—they don’t dare rebel either. But you? You’re the stubborn one. You brought this on yourself, ending up like this.”

Evan was at a loss for words.

In truth, he had been tricked by his grandmother. She had wanted to see him squirm and had expertly set him up.

If only she had warned him ahead of time.

If she had even suggested that Abby was such an unpredictable woman, perhaps he wouldn’t have found himself in this predicament. Now, pursuing Abby felt like navigating a path of fire and brimstone. And this? This was just the beginning.