Starting with A Divorce

Chapter 567

Starting with A Divorce Chapter 567

Chapter 567 Effective Medicine

“The rest?” Ainsley said. But she didn’t ask more about it for fear that walls have ears.

Since Lainey had taken the risk to tell her about their plan, she must be careful and do her best.

“We must seize the chance. You were worried about me before, but I’m good now. You helped me, so please let me help this time.” Lainey gave her a hug.

“Don’t forget what I told you. Just do as I say. Leave the rest to us,” Lainey said before leaving.

Ainsley nodded firmly. “Okay.”

Lainey gave Daniel a meaningful look when she left. He came up with some ideas for fear that Lainey would take Ainsley away with her.

He couldn’t believe Lainey had done nothing but leave. He was at a loss suddenly.

Her glance seemed to try to tell him that she had a secret that had something to do with him, but she wouldn’t tell him.

Her glance was filled with ridicule and coldness.

After she left, Daniel immediately walked into the room, pretending to be casual. “What did you talk about?”

Lying lazily on the sofa, Ainsley deliberately picked up a goblet and said with a smile, “I didn’t know you’re interested in girls’ chats.”

Daniel frowned slightly. He felt that something was different and hoped it was just his illusion.

He couldn’t say for sure what was wrong.

“Aisy, I’m trying to show my concern for you. I can’t believe Ms. Salter didn’t try to take you away.” Daniel’s brows furrowed even tighter.

“It’s difficult enough for her to see me once, let alone take me away. Besides, will you let me go?” Ainsley sneered.

“If you left with Manuel from the hospital that day, I might give up on you. But since you choose to go with me, I wont give up then,” Daniel said.

What surprised him more was that Ainsley didn’t say anything but lowered her eyes with a smile.

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When Daniel returned to his bedroom, he couldn’t get rid of Lainey’s meaningful smile and felt something was wrong somehow.

In Virginia Mason Hospital, Koen Gage was still lying on the bed, surrounded by many doctors, nurses, and Manuel. Dr. Cerf injected the medicine in the syringe into Koen’s arm.

All of them stared at Koen with their breath held. Soon, his fingers moved, but it was just a slight movement.

They all saw it. Manuel saw glimmers of hope.

“It’s effective medicine from Fanncia, but it has yet to be sold on the market. I’ve just brought several doses.” Dr. Cerf said.

Manuel knew what he meant and said thoughtfully, “No one will know about this. And you don’t have to be responsible for side effects, if any.”

“Good, but I must remind you that Mr. Gage’s illness is caused by sudden fury. It’s a nervous disorder that may cause a heart attack. He won’t probably wake up even if we don’t use the effective medication,” Dr. Cerf said.

Manuel’s eyes smoldered with anger. His grandfather’s coma was caused entirely by Brady Wade, but no one knew what had happened between them that day.

He guessed that even Irene didn’t know about it.

“I understand. Since I’ve invited you here, I trust you completely.” Manuel smiled.

Irene curled up in the corner of her place and frantically tugged at her clothes. “It’s so dirty. Why am I so dirty?” she muttered in a crying voice.

She was almost crazy. With all the curtains closed, the room was completely dark. She looked even weirder in the dim room.

As she managed to tear off her messy clothes, she spotted marks on her skin, which made her completely collapse.

With tears and snot streaming down her face, she slowly buried her head between her knees. She raised her tiptoes and put them down.

Suddenly,

She raised her head and roared, “Ah!”

After a while, she staggered to her feet with her hands on the wall and walked to the bathroom like a puppet without a soul.

The sound of running water was heard in the empty and quiet room.

Instead of taking a bath immediately, Irene chose to take a shower.

Standing under the shower, she raised her head and kept the water full on. She allowed the water to splash on her body. She enjoyed the slight pain caused by the water, laughing yet crying.

After washing up, she walked slowly to the mirror and looked at the curvy and beautiful woman.

Her fair and smooth skin was covered with bruises and scratches, traces of blood seeping out.

All was telling her that she was no longer the mighty daughter of a rich family, and she was like a piece of trash on the ground that could be trampled on at will.

She suddenly grabbed the skincare products on the sink and threw them into the mirror.

With a loud crash, the skincare bottles rolled to the floor, causing tiny cracks in the mirror.

Her face distorted with the broken mirror. She felt a strong sense of unknown pleasure somehow.

She giggled at her messy makeup. It was a forced grin.

Stopping laughing, she said gently to herself, “You should wash up your dirty body.”

She then filled the bathtub gradually and sat beside it while humming a song. Looking at the water rise, she bent down to put her hand in the water until the water level was high enough for her to submerge her body.

She stepped into the bathtub with a wry smile on his face.

She picked up the towel on the shelf and scrubbed her skin with it carefully.

Harder and harder, she even rubbed a piece of skin several times.

Blood oozed out from her delicate skin and spread out on her body. It looked particularly miserable.

However, she seemed numb with pain, rubbing with a brighter smile.

She rubbed her neck with the towel so hard that the pinched marks were covered by the new swollen marks.

She didn’t stop until some of her skin was scraped off and blood gushed into the bathtub. She looked at the blood with delight as if she had accomplished a great cause.

Hung up high in the sky, the delicate moon knew nothing about people’s pain.

When sunshine filtered in, Irene opened her eyes slowly. She had stayed in the bathtub for a whole night.

The shower water was lukewarm, but frozen by the cold air, her naked body turned purple. Along with a mass of bruises, she looked particularly miserable.