He waved his hand at the mercenary, and the mercenary walked out.
I looked through the crack in the door and saw the mercenary say something to Jacob.
Jacob looked desperate and just stood there like a helpless kid.
“Did he seem to regret it?” I whispered to lan while watching, “Hmm, he didn’t shave, his eyes are red… If he changed his clothes, he could be an elder of the Beggar Sect.”
My tone was relaxed, I just wanted my family to stop worrying.
I wanted to tell them, I’m strong even though I’m disabled, I’m doing fine!
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lan stopped peeling the apple. He looked up at me, his eyes full of restrained comp
“You thought he regretted it, so you softened?”
lan took a stack of printed papers out of the drawer and walked out quickly.
I saw the cover page of that stack said “Divorce Agreement.”
lan handed the divorce papers to Jacob, along with a pen.
“Sign it.”
Jacob looked at lan in disbelief, his voice suddenly getting louder, really excited.
“Where was Belle?”
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“Did Belle know you gave this to me?”
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“Belle loved me so much, how could she possibly divorce me?! Tell her to come out and see
me!”
lan chuckled, “My sist
was a hopeless romantic, but she wasn’t a masochist.”
I thought lan was right, but I also felt insulted, so I pulled the blanket over my face.
Jacob’s voice kept coming.
“Belle, it’s Jacob! Could you hear me?”
“I liked you! I already figured out my true feelings! I wasn’t going to divorce you! This damn divorce agreement, was it your brother who forced you? I wouldn’t sign it even if you beat me to
death!”
“Belle, give me one more chance! I swore I would treat you well!”
“I gave you the wedding of the century, bought you the best piano, went with you to Northern Europe to see the aurora, and, and…”
He racked his brains trying to remember what I liked.
lan looked at him like he was watching a joke.
“Stop thinking about it, you didn’t even know what she liked to eat.”
“Jacob, now you knew how to regret? Where were you before? When you tortured her and humiliated her, you didn’t expect this day, did you?”
lan punched Jacob in the face.
Jacob looked at lan in disbelief.
“You hit me? You hit me, does Belle know?”
After lan dropped a “She can hear you,” he just started beating Jacob up one-sidedly
Jacob was no match for lan at all. While getting hit, he kept confessing, saying how arrrazeu ne
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was when he first saw me and how he’d thought about me for so many years.
There weren’t just me as a patient on this floor, a bunch of people came out to watch.
I felt embarrassed, and I was even more afraid people would say lan was picking on someone weaker, I just wanted Jacob to leave quickly.
“lan, if he really didn’t want to sign, just forget it.”
Jacob was overjoyed, rushed into my hospital room, and held my hands.
“Belle, I knew you still loved me, right?”
“I just saw it, you didn’t sign the agreement! You didn’t want a divorce, right?”
“Can we start over?”
I looked at the intense light in his eyes, but I didn’t feel a thing inside.
“Not good, I stopped loving you a long time ago.”
“I didn’t sign because I couldn’t. Thanks to you, my right hand was ruined.”
“Divorce agreement, sign it if you want, if not, we’ll go through legal process, I wasn’t going to be with you anymore.”
Jacob plopped down on the ground.
He looked at the cast on my shoulder, then suddenly grabbed the tempered glass fruit plate on the table and smashed it hard against his own left shoulder.
The sound of bone cracking exploded in the hospital room.
He was in so much pain that his face turned pale, and he stared at me.
“Belle, forgive me, please forgive me, okay? Give me one more chance…”
I turned my head to the side, didn’t want to look at him.
I just heard two bangs, and the tempered glass hit his left shoulder again.
Blood seeped out from between his fingers.
“Belle…” he pleaded, calling my name, “look at me, look at me…”
I instantly remembered that day in the operating room. I begged him the same way.
But what he gave me in return were stab after stab of knives into my heart and lungs.
I turned my head and told him really clearly.
“What are you looking at? Didn’t you look in the mirror before you left? Don’t you know you look ugly right now?”
“Jacob, you probably never really understood me, that moral blackmail stuff didn’t
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“I used to put up with everything from you because I loved you. Now I don’t love you anymore, and you’re no different from the weeds in the field.”
“The divorce stuff, my lawyer would contact you, I never wanted to see you again in my life,”
“Get out!”
The mercenaries came in and dragged the person away.
lan leaned against the door, looking at me.
“I feel a lot better about you now.”
I said “mm” and turned to look out the window.
“lan, did that kid really die?”
“Yeah.”
The cool wind blew in through the window crack, and in no time, the heavy rain poured down
like a waterfall.
***
The Maybach was parked at the hospital.
Jacob had a black eye and a bruised face. He walked in the heavy rain for over two hours.
When he got to the villa gate, he suddenly wanted a smoke. He fumbled in his pocket for a long time and pulled out a pack of cigarettes that was soaked through.
He tossed his cigarette aside, stepped into the hallway, and the sensor light came on.
Marcella rushed out of the master bedroom in a pale pink silk nightgown, her hair still dripping with water, obviously just having taken a shower.
“Jake, why are you all soaked… what happened to your face?”
She was about to hug Jacob.
Jacob’s pupils suddenly shrank.
That was my pajamas! So many nights before, I had worn those pajamas while snuggling in his
arms.
He slapped Marcella in the face.
“Who said you could touch her stuff? Take it off!”
“You hit me?” Marcella stepped back, holding her face, her eyes full of disbelief.
“Mom and Dad hit me, Matthew hit me… now even you hit me?”
Jacob frowned, “Shouldn’t you be hit?”
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At this moment, a little boy about three years old ran over with a dinosaur toy, clenching his little fists and started punching and kicking Jacob.
“Bad guy!”
“Don’t you bully Mom!”
Jacob lowered his head, looked at the little boy’s flushed face, and thought of the baby on the operating table, who was as skinny as a kitten.
A leukemia patient, how could they have so much energy?
“Did he really have leukemia?”
Jacob’s eyes moved from the little boy to Marcella’s face.
The little boy got scared by the red veins in Jacob’s eyes and took a step back, and Marcella looked even more guilty.
Jacob suddenly laughed.
Before the baby was born, he and Marcella had only done it once.
He was dead drunk, and when he woke up the next day, he saw himself and Marcella lying in bed. There was a bloodstain on the sheet.
Marcella said it was her first time, and half a month later, Marcella said she was pregnant.
He believed her.
But now-
Jacob walked slowly, step by step, toward Marcella, then suddenly grabbed her chin.
“Say it! Whose child is this?”
