The Divorcee Amazed the World

Susan immediately stopped crying, looking at him in disbelief. With a choked voice, she said, “Willis, I’m in this state, and you still want to leave?”

“Yeah, I’ll come see you again tomorrow.”

“Please don’t go, okay?” Susan, with teary eyes, pouted and reached for his hand, with needles still attached to the back of her hand.

She looked so fragile and helpless.

After a moment of silence, Willis gently withdrew his hand and said, “Listen, you have your parents and brother to accompany you. Helena only has me, I’m the whole world for her.”

Unwillingly, Susan said, “But she has her mother too, right?”

“Her grandmother is in the hospital, and her mother is taking care of her grandmother these days.”

Disappointed, Susan said, “Willis, you’ve changed. You used to be so caring. When I had a fever, you would stay with me the whole night.”

She burst into tears again.

Josh furrowed his brows and said to Willis, “Willis, you should go back. Susan has us to take care of her.”

Willis nodded slightly, stood up, and asked, “Who did it? Was the person caught?”

Josh shook his head, “No. The person ambushed Susan in the underground parking lot. As soon as she got out of the car, she was knocked unconscious, dragged to a corner, and her left hand was smashed with a hammer. Valuables in her bag were stolen, but she wasn’t assaulted. It’s not a robbery or a sexual assault; it’s clearly an act of revenge.”

Willis pondered for a moment. “I’ll send someone to investigate.”

“No need; the police have already been informed. Thank you.”

“Okay.” Willis turned and left.

Once the door was closed, Susan grabbed a pillow and threw it on the ground, crying loudly. “Willis and I, childhood sweethearts for over ten years, why can’t we compare to his three-year marriage with Helena? I hate her; I hate that hillbilly to death!”

Josh picked up the pillow and placed it back on the bed. “When you were with Willis, he was spirited and full of energy. But when Helena was with him, it was during his most difficult and desperate days. As the saying goes, true love is revealed in times of adversity. Your ten years can’t compete with their three.”

Susan’s emotions spiraled out of control, and she shouted at him, “Why are you taking his side too? Are you my real brother, or hers?”

“I’m objective, not taking sides. I’m helping you analyze rationally.” Josh said calmly.

Susan cried even more hysterically.

Susan’s father, standing on the side, said in a low voice, “Josh, say a little less. Your sister’s hand is already in that condition.”

Willis returned to Helena’s ward, pushed the door, but it didn’t budge. The door was locked from the inside.

He knocked on the door for a while, but Helena refused to open it or answer the phone.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, asking the bodyguard to find a way to unlock the door.

A few minutes later, the door was unlocked.

Willis walked in.

Helena was lying on the bed, facing the inside, ignoring him.

Willis changed into his sleepwear, lay down beside her, and pulled her into his arms.

Helena struggled a bit but didn’t resist. Her eyes were red, and her voice was cold. “Prepare the divorce agreement tomorrow.”

Willis tightened his hold on her hand, remained silent for a long time, and then said softly, “Tired, let’s sleep.”

In the morning, Willis accompanied Helena for breakfast.

He reached out to touch her face, his gaze tender. “I have a meeting in the morning, but I’ll be back for lunch.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Helena turned her head away, saying indifferently, “No need. Don’t forget about the divorce agreement.”

Willis’s expression darkened. “Grandma has not been feeling well recently, and your hand is injured again. Let’s talk about it later.”

He stood up, changed his clothes, and left.

After the doctor came to change the dressing, Helena took a book and sat quietly on the bed, reading.

Until noon, the bodyguard knocked on the door, saying, “Madam, Susan’s mother is outside and wants to visit you.”

Helena remained silent for a few seconds and then said, “Let her in.”

The door was pushed open, and Grace walked in with swollen eyes, glaring at Helena and gritting her teeth. “It’s you, right?”

Helena was taken aback. “What?”

“Did you send someone to smash Susan’s hand with a hammer?”

Helena paused for a moment and then calmly said, “It wasn’t me.”

Grace approached, grabbed her collar, and through gritted teeth, accused her, “You cruel girl! You stole Susan’s sweetheart and now you want to ruin her hand! I only have one daughter, one daughter I cherish more than anything. You actually smashed her hand! Today, I’ll fight you!”

The commotion caught the attention of the maid, who hurriedly came out of the bathroom, pulled Grace away from Helena.

Grace, still being pulled by the maid, continued to lunge forward, swearing and trying to hit Helena.

“Bitch,” “wretched girl,” “hillbilly,” all sorts of foul language continuously poured out of her mouth, making her look like a shrew.

Helena listened quietly, enduring it for a good seven or eight minutes. Then she said to the maid, “Step aside, please.”

The maid hesitated for a moment, then slowly let go of Grace and stepped aside.

Helena picked up the stainless steel thermos from the bedside table and threw it at Grace’s face.

With a loud bang, the thermos hit her nose, causing blood to flow instantly.

Helena pointed to the door and said, “Get out!”