Chapter 8
A cold, sharp male voice suddenly cut through the air.
“Hah, so this is where the problem really lies.”
“Elon!”
“You’really can’t let go, can you?”
Neil’s eyes flared with rage as he jumped out of the car, storming over and throwing a punch straight at Elon’s face.
“What are you doing?!”
I watched Neil charge at Elon, panic rising as I grabbed his swinging fist.
“Neil, stop! Are you out of your mind?”
1/6
Chapter 8
+5 Points)
Neil’s eyes were bloodshot, his fist clenched tight. In the struggle, my bag fell to the ground, its contents spilling everywhere.
Neil looked at me in disbelief, asking, “You’re defending him?”
“Is this for him, that you’re divorcing me?”
“I confessed to you first, and now you regret it, don’t you?”
“Have you had enough of this?”
I shouted at Neil.
“We’re already divorced, what I do now has nothing to do with you!”
“Get out!”
2/6
Chapter 8
+ 5 Points
Neil glared at me, his eyes red. My chest heaved with anger.
“Get out!!”
Neil pressed his lips tight, his fists clenched at his sides, standing there as I shouted at him, refusing to leave.
The tension hung in the air. I crouched down to pick up the scattered items, a dull headache creeping in.
A white hand suddenly entered my line of sight.
“Well, well~ What’s all this, a standoff?”
I looked up to see Carroll, her smile gentle.
In a few swift movements, Carroll gathered the scattered items and linked her arm with
3/6
Neil’s, pouting playfully. “It’s just a small matter, what’s there to fight over?”
“Let’s go, Neil. Don’t you have company business to take care of?”
“You can’t just keep hanging around with random men like some people, can you?”
Carroll put a hand to her mouth in mock surprise and then looked at me with wide eyes. “Helen, I wasn’t talking about you…”
I inspected Elon’s injury, my voice cold. “You don’t need to put on a show for me. I know exactly what you want.”
“Is used stuff really that good for you?”
At my words, Carroll stomped her foot, flustered, “What are you talking about?! Neil, look at her!”
4/6
Neil stared at me, his lips barely moving, each word squeezed out through clenched teeth. “You’ll regret this, Helen.”
I stood beside Elon, calmly watching Neil.
After the initial shock, an overwhelming anger surged through Neil, then he wrapped his arm around Carroll’s waist and walked away, striding with pride.
Inside, I felt nothing. No ripple, no reaction.
“Sorry, Helen,” Elon said softly.
I glanced at the bruises on his cheek and arm, a pang of guilt rising within me. “I should be the one saying that.”
Elon gave a small smile and ruffled my hair. “It’s just minor injuries. I’m a surgeon,
5/6
Chapter 8
5 Points
remember? But judging by your worried expression, I’d say the beating was worth it.”
He pulled his hand back, no longer joking with me. “The professor we were supposed to meet had a family emergency and will be a few days late to the hospital. Did you bring the case files?”
6/6
