After wiping away Melinda’s tears with the handkerchief, Chuck casually stuffed it back into his pocket.
Then, he looked at me with an air of superiority, as if granting me some form of forgiveness. “Scarlett, I understand that you and
Quinn had miscarriages. Out of grief, you both want to divorce us.”
He continued, “Harry and I won’t hold it against you this time. Here are the divorce papers. Take them.”
As his gaze shifted to my exposed belly, his tone softened slightly. “I’ll make it up to you in the future. Don’t make a fuss, okay?”
Glancing at the doctor’s increasingly disdainful expression, he cleared his throat. “There are outsiders present. Please don’t
embarrass Harry and me.”
I chuckled sarcastically. “Embarrass? Do you think I owe you respect? You should say that to Melinda. She’s going to give you two
children, isn’t she? What a happy ending. This is too absurd even for a soap opera.”
Just a moment ago, the commotion in the room had attracted a crowd of doctors, nurses, and patients. They all stood outside.
Melinda’s expression turned awkward as she explained, “Scarlett, I was just trying to calm Chuck and Harry down. Why can’t you
take a joke?”
Someone from outside jeered, “Young lady, that didn’t seem like a joke to me.”
“Exactly! You’re breaking up two families. You’ve got to be the mistress of the year!”
Hearing the ridicule from the crowd, Melinda turned even paler. She stomped her foot and rushed out of the room.
I lowered my head, trying to rebandage my wound.
Seeing this, the doctor hurried over. He cleaned his hands and grabbed iodine and gauze from a nearby cart to disinfect and
redress my injury.
Quinn, with her head down, was calmly fiddling with her phone as she contacted a divorce lawyer.
No one in the room paid attention to Chuck and Harry, who stood there awkwardly.
Under the watchful eyes of the onlookers outside the door, they appeared increasingly flustered. After all, the two sons of the
Xylander family had been pampered their entire lives.
They had never experienced anything like this. They were even high and mighty when they apologized earlier.
Seeing that both Quinn and I were ignoring them, Chuck gritted his teeth. His face turned grim as he warned, “Fine. Since you
insist on a divorce, don’t come crying back later.”
Neither of us spared them a glance.
Chuck and Harry stormed out, the hems of their shirts aggressively sweeping through the air.
