After Divorce

Marve glanced at the unconscious Sergio lying on the bed and replied faintly, “No, I’ll return when he’s feeling better.” 

With that, she briskly exited the ward without turning back 

At that moment, Sergio, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes. It surprised Larry who was standing nearby. 

“Mr. Brooks? Are you…” 

“Help me up.” Sergio’s voice was hoarse. 

Larry hurriedly assisted Sergio to sit up, his concern evident as he asked, “Mr. Brooks, are you using this injury as a tactic?” 

Sergio stayed silent. 

He had sensed something amiss earlier when the security alarms went off. The intruder could only be Zion, given his capability. When the henchman lunged forward with the blade, Sergio could have easily dodged it. However, he took the blow head–on He wanted to gauge if Maeve would be concerned and sorrowful for him. 

A bitter, resigned smile crossed his face as he uttered, “Larry, perhaps she still cares 

s for me” 

“Mr. Brooks.” Larry hesitated, then continued, “Ms. Scott used to care deeply for you. She must be worried now that you’re injured.” 

“Is she worried?” Sergio murmured, “If she were, she wouldn’t have left.” 

Despite being awake, Sergio’s face remained pale with the injury, 

Marve, perceptive as ever, must have picked up on clues from her conversation with Larry and decided to depart. 

“I’m tired. Arrange for my discharge,” Sergio instructed. 

“But, Mr. Brooks.” 

“Do as I say,” he commanded. 

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In the hospital corridor, as Maeve prepared to enter the elevator, a figure emerged from the shadows and grabbed her arm. 

She frowned, and before she could speak, the person pressed her against the hospital walk 

“Zion.” Maeve asked in a soft voice, “Is that you?” 

The figure tensed, clearly surprised by Maeve’s deduction 

In the dim light, Zion finally removed his mask 

Seeing his face, Maeve’s anger flared “Who gave you permission to cause a scene in the hospital? 

As she finished speaking, Maeve pushed his hand a 

1 away 

Sensing her anger, Zion nervously hugged Marve, his voice low and hoarse with emotion. “Please don’t be angry.” 

“I’m not angry. Mr. Spencer, you can do as you please. How could I possibly be angry?” she snapped. 

Zion straightened up at Marve’s words, his eyes betrayed a hint of loneliness. “I–I’m not good at making women happy. What can I do to make you feel better? 

“Tell me, or you can hit me to vent your anger. If you’re upset about the stab on Sergio, Lcan let him stab me back.”