Chapter 10
Ophelia spoke up. “Calista is probably still angry about what happened last time. I’m sorry, Lucien. My presence is what drove you two to this point. Maybe I should transfer to one of the branch offices.”
Lucien remained silent, wondering if Calista was angry because he hadn’t kept his promise to take her to Eldoria.
That time, it was just due to exceptional circumstances, as there was an emergency. The branch office deputy CEO had been caught embezzling, evading taxes, and falsifying records. He had no idea how they’d managed to fool the main office’s audits for so long.
While the police were already pursuing the case, Fenwick Group’s headquarters had become embroiled in the case. He’d been swamped these past few days and naturally hadn’t had time to deal
“This has nothing to do with you.”
her.
Lucien looked down at the elegant velvet box in his hands, which held a ruby ri
ring. He closed the box. “Go home. I’ll handle this.”
Ophelia wanted to say more since she wanted to stay, but she held back. She’d been by Lucien’s side for years, not just as his capable assistant, but as the only person who truly understood him.
Just as Ophelia was about to leave, a nurse burst in, exclaiming, “Sir, something’s wrong! The woman downstairs has collapsed!”
Before she had even finished speaking, Lucien had already strode out, creating a gust of wind in his wake. By the time Ophelia caught up, he was already in the elevator.
At the same time, Alexander Lester was coming down from another floor, having just finished a medical conference. When he saw a woman collapsed in the rain, he didn’t hesitate and rushed forward to scoop her up.
Alexander was stunned when he saw the woman’s face clearly. He couldn’t believe it was her.
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Half a month ago, she’d been the most unusual patient from the highway pile–up. She was the only one who’d had no family visits during her two–week stay at the hospital.
He vaguely remembered her on the operating table. When they told her that they couldn’t reach her husband, her eyes filled with complete despair, and he had been deeply affected by them.
By the time Lucien arrived downstairs, it was too late. Someone had already carried Calista away.
If he had looked closer, he would have seen a pool of blood where she’d been kneeling. But within moments, the heavy rain had washed
it clean.
Lucien gave off an unmistakable sense of threat, the black velvet box clutched tightly in his hand. The veins in his hands were bulging.
He seemed to be seething with rage as his eyes fixed on the retreating figure. His presence was so intimidating that people walking by gave him a wide berth, not daring to approach.
Alexander brought Calista to the emergency room for examination. Fortunately, nothing was seriously wrong. Calista simply had low blood sugar and was physically weak. It was the rain that finally pushed her over the edge, making her collapse.
Still, he wondered why she had been kneeling in the rain. What had happened to her?
A colleague came out with Calista’s CT report. “The patient’s uterine wall has reopened at the site where it was previously healing. We’ve managed to stop the bleeding for now.”
“Dr. Lester, what’s your relationship with this woman? You signed off on her surgery last time and paid off most of her medical bills. Now you’ve saved her life again. Don’t tell me that you two know each other.”
Alexander’s gaze fell on Calista’s delicate, pale face. “It’s just a doctor’s instinct. Get her medication ready. I’ll wait for her to wake up and see if we can contact her family.”
“Don’t worry. We already did. Her brother paid for the last treatment, and we have his contact information on file.”
“Good.”
Calista had an IV drip attached to the back of her hand. In her hazy state, she suddenly remembered the day she moved into the Fenwick estate after being formally acknowledged by the family, introduced as Lucien’s fiancee.
That evening, it had been pouring rain too. She was wearing pajamas, eating toast that she’d grabbed from the kitchen.
A man stepped out of his car and opened the door. That was the first time she’d seen Lucien. She was instantly drawn to those deep, beautiful eyes of his.
His gaze was sharp and penetrating, as if nothing in the world could truly capture his attention. He looked at everyone with the same distant detachment, carrying an air of natural nobility that seemed innate.
Calista had never seen a man as handsome as him before. Faced with someone who was naturally blessed and magnetically attractive, one couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
His leather shoes clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing as if it were walking across her heart. He approached her, carrying not just the scent of rain but also the faint aroma of tobacco that she found surprisingly pleasant.
Calista’s heart raced. However, he didn’t spare her a single glance and walked past her with complete him. She was apparently just another unnecessary presence.
Indice. She was invisible to
After that, they rarely saw each other. They went about their separate lives most of the time. She was busy with her studies while he managed the company.
On the rare occasions they did meet, she was treated like a stranger. They truly had no deep connection.
When Calista woke up, the first person she saw was her mother, Astrid Everhart. Anger w refined lady from an educated family, she tried to restrain herself.
“Elia told me everything about your situation, but marriage isn’t a game-
written all over her face, though as a
Calista had been soaked in the rain for over an hour and was running a fever. Her voice was hoarse as she interrupted before Astrid could finish speaking.
“Grandma approved the divorce herself. Wouldn’t it be better if I left? Then Ophelia could be with Lucien.”
All of them would get what they wanted.
Astrid frowned, clearly surprised. “Mrs. Fenwick Senior really agreed to this herself?”
Years ago, it had been Serena who’d insisted that Calista become the Fenwick daughter–in–law. If Lucien hadn’t been afraid to defy her, he never would have married Calista.
Truth be told, Lucien had been forced into marrying her.
Calista’s voice was flat as she said, “If you don’t believe me, I can show you the divorce agreement she drafted herself.”
“I see.” Astrid’s frown smoothed out, and her expression softened considerably.
“I told you from the start that you weren’t suited to be Mrs. Fenwick. I’ll have Ophelia talk Lucien into signing the papers. Once you’re divorced, I’ll find you someone more appropriate.”
“No need.” Calista felt mentally and physically drained. She closed her eyes and said, “I’m not planning to stay in Dorcan. I want to go back to Brego.”
After all, Brego was her real home.
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