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"Just regular phone calls, then?" Frans returned the smartphone with an almost disappointed look.

Veronica sighed, "Not because I don't want to see your face, Bi."

"Then?" Frans raised an eyebrow.

Veronica took a deep breath, "My phone doesn't support all of that."

Frans furrowed his brow, "Just a basic phone? I'm sorry, Honey. I've never paid attention to your needs."

Veronica shook her head, "It's okay, Bi. You've done your best for me. Even beyond what most husbands do."

"Thank you, Darling. You always accept my shortcomings," Frans said sincerely. He got up and took Veronica's hand, "Come on! Let's go out and find a phone for you."

Again, Veronica shook her head, "No, Bi. I don't want to trouble you."

Frans knelt in front of Veronica and rested his head on her lap. "How many times do I have to tell you, Honey? You're my wife, my responsibility. What's mine is yours, even if you ask for my life. I'll give it to you without hesitation. Never think like this again. It's like slowly k