Chapter 91: Gemma: To Be Honest, I Got Divorced Yesterday
“Mom, it’s not for Grandma.”
Alijah panicked.
If Gemma had scolded him like she used to or even given him a swat on the behind.
He might’ve felt better.
It means she cared, that she expected better from him–it’s love!
But now…
Gemma just looked indifferent..
She wasn’t angry anymore.
That scared him.
He desperately wanted to make her stay.
“Mom, I only came out because I missed you..
Mom, I can’t eat well every day. I miss your cooking.”
He reached out again, clutching her arm, tears streaming down his face..
He looked genuinely terrified.
Gemma gently pulled her hand away again.
“I messaged your dad’s secretary. He’s waiting outside for you.”
Alijah glanced at the door and saw a familiar figure.
His fear only deepened.
“Mom, aren’t you coming home? I can’t sleep without bedtime stories. I just lie there, wide awake.”
In the past, a little plea like this would’ve had Gemma scooping him up in her arms, soothing him.
Gemma didn’t show an ounce of pity.
Her expression stayed calm, detached,
“Ali, your dad and I are divorced now. You chose to live with him. You’ll have your life, and I’ll have mine.
I’ll visit regularly, but beyond that there’s nothing more I can do.”
With that, she stood up.
Her coffee and cake had already been packed to go.
She picked them up casually, ready to leave.
But Alijah suddenly stood too and hugged her again.
“Mom, you don’t have to apologize to Grandma. It’s okay!
I… I promise I won’t go to Grandma’s house anymore.”
Gemma paused mid–step, then asked him.
“You keep talking about apologizing. Do you think I was wrong?”
Alijah froze for a moment.
Gemma sighed softly.
“You’ve never trusted me. Or maybe, in your eyes, whether I’m right or wrong doesn’t even matter,”
They say parents are a child’s first teacher.
But what’s the point of a teacher if the student doesn’t trust or
respect them?
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“Forget it. Your grandma’s been sick, and your aunt Mabel’s too busy to look after you. That’s why you’ve been uncomfortable and suddenly thought of me.
Once your life gets back to normal, you won’t think of me anymore.”
She gestured toward the secretary, who quickly stepped in.
“Take him, and tell Mr. Wakefield to stop basking in his little fantasy world and start focusing on his son’s upbringing.”
She had done all she could.
The rest was up
to late.
With that, she grabbed her coffee and cake and walked out swiftly.
Alijah watched her leave and burst into tears.
The secretary tried to calm him down.
“Why won’t Mom come back? I only asked her to apologize to Grandma! She used to do it all the time–why not now? Why is she so mad?”
The secretary didn’t know how to respond, only holding Alijah to stop him from running off
“I want to see Dad!
After crying his heart out, Alijah finally calmed down enough to think clearly.
“When Mom was mad before, Dad would just ask for mac and cheese, and she’d stop being upset
He stubbornly believed the same trick would work this time.
The secretary said nothing but dutifully took him to see Marcus
Gemma returned to the hospital room
Cassius was standing in the hallway. His tailored shirt, perfect in fit and craftsmanship, highlighted his tall, strong frame.
There was something reassuring about his broad shoulders and solid back.
At that moment, his long fingers held a cigarette, his eyes lowered thoughtfully.
At the sound of footsteps, his hand trembled slightly.
Ashes fluttered to the floor.
He turned slowly
When he saw Gemma holding the bag of food, the shadows in his eyes disappeared.
“Why are you here? How’s Madame Elizabeth doing?”
She’d been gone for nearly an hour.
Had her condition worsened?
Although the treatment was a success, the first 24 hours after surgery were critical
Cassius didn’t answer immediately.
His deep gaze slid over her face.
Then, it landed on the steaming coffee bag in her hand.
His whole demeanor seemed to relax instantly
“I thought you went home.”
What?
Did he really think she’d just bail on her responsibilities?
Then she realized-
He was worried the drama with Yvonne had left her too shaken to stay.
“Before 1 hand over a cup of coffee, I should ask–are you allergic?”
Chapter 91: Gemma To Be Honest, I Got Divorced Yesterday
She ignored his comment, steering the conversation elsewhere.
She never felt that Cassins was brutal.
Cassius shook his head.
“I like cold brew. Want to try it?” she offered.
See? You’re just like the rest of us–an ordinary person.
Sure, you can be ruthless to enemies, but to friends, you’re warm and genuine.
Cassius’s mood visibly improved. “Sure.”
Gemma handed him the coffee, then waved the cake box in her hand.
“What about Noah! I got this for him.”
Cassius glanced at the box. “He doesn’t like sweets.”
Gemma chuckled, her pale cheeks tinged with pink. “I brought sugar for you too. Maybe don’t fight Noah for the cake?”
Cassius took the sugar from her palm, his fingers brushing against hers.
“Thanks.”
Gemma quickly withdrew her hand, clenching her fist.
Her heartbeat skipped wildly.
*Careful not to get
cavities,” she blurted out in a fluster.
From her hospital bed, the old lady had just woken up and couldn’t hold back her laughter.
Cassius glanced at her
Normally cold and intimidating, the man nicknamed “The Devil” now had a faint look of… grievance!
The old lady had no intention of sparing him, gleefully spilling the tea.
“Dr. Kelestine, how’d you know he’s got cavities?”
Wait-
Mr. Big and Powerful has cavities?
Her gaze turned oddly curious, as though she were examining an ancient relic.
Cassius turned his head away, his carlobes tinged red.
The old lady chuckled to herself
Cass hadn’t changed a bit–still as endearing as ever.
She smiled slyly at Gemma,
“Dr. Kelestine, are you married?”
Gemma’s wandering thoughts snapped back to the present. “Got divorced yesterday,” she replied without thinking.
Elizabeth wasn’t the least bit judgmental. If anything, she looked thrilled.
Single!
Perfect!
“Have you thought about remarrying?”
Gemma froze for a moment, then instinctively resisted the idea.
She’d just escaped one cage–why would she willingly step into another?
Seeing no answer, Elizabeth grew impatient.
“What kind of man do you like, Dr. Kelestine? Let me introduce you to a few good ones!”
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