Chapter 38: I'll sleep with you today
After hanging up, Chad hastily pulled up a chair for Nora. "Dr. Sun! This has all been a huge misunderstanding, please take a seat, don't tire yourself."
Nora took the seat without a word.
The man who'd been stabbed by Nora with a pen, now supported by others, pleaded, "Could you please let me get back on my feet first?"
He felt a numbness spreading on one side of his body.
He was terrified of being disabled for life.
Nora glanced at him, "Planning to harass young girls in the future?"
"Never again," the man shook his head vigorously.
"And try to scar my face?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
The others gave a collective sigh of relief, grateful they hadn't been the first to act.
Otherwise, they might be the ones paralyzed!
"The numbness should subside within four hours; just try to stay still and let it pass."
Nora wanted to teach these thugs a lesson.
The men, not understanding the kindness behind her actions, hurriedly thanked her.
Half an hour later, Mr. Wyatt was wheeled in.
"Mr. Wyatt," Chad greeted him swiftly.
Mr. Wyatt gestured dismissively, his penetrating gaze fixed on Nora.
"Nora, are you really Dr. Sun?"
Nora raised an eyebrow, "Don't believe me? Want a little demonstration?"
"Mr. Wyatt, just trust her on this one," Chad said, pointing to John immobilized by her handiwork, his face a mask of reverence.
Mr. Wyatt finally came around.
"Nora, I'm such a fool! I almost hurt my lifesaver."
"Why don't you think about how that car accident happened?" Nora baited him with a hint of intrigue.
Mr. Wyatt 's car accident was due to a distracting call from Martha while driving. He didn't notice the car at the turn, which led to the crash.
"Darn bad luck. Was it her trying to harm me?" Mr. Wyatt wondered aloud.
"Who?" Nora asked, feigning ignorance.
"My goddaughter, your stepmother, Martha," Mr. Wyatt revealed.
Nora quirked an eyebrow. "Mr. Wyatt, keeping someone like her in your life could be lethal. Best to cut ties and stay clear."
Martha was trying to manipulate Mr. Wyatt against her? Nora knew she had to fight back
Nora wasn't sure how Mr. Wyatt's accident happened, but given Martha was at the hospital early on, she must have known about it beforehand. Nora guessed Martha had met with Mr. Wyatt just before the accident.
Being his lifesaver meant he wouldn't doubt her.
"Alright, I'll cut her out of my life right away."
Mr. Wyatt was quick to agree.
"Nora, I heard from Martha you're after her. Need my help?"
Mr. Wyatt wasn't born yesterday. He knew Nora was maneuvering him to strike back at Martha.
Nora smiled wryly. "Would you mind giving my dad a call, Mr. Wyatt? Just tell him you're drawing a line with Martha."
"Of course."
Mr. Wyatt had someone dial Charles immediately, and the call connected swiftly.
With an authoritative tone, Mr. Wyatt proclaimed, "Charles, I hear you're divorcing Martha? I'll stay out of your business, and she's no longer my goddaughter. She and I are done."
Charles was taken aback. "Mr. Wyatt, what happened?"
"Martha nearly killed me. " Mr. Wyatt snorted and hung up abruptly.
Nora chuckled to herself.
Without her protector, Martha stood alone. Would Charles keep her around now?
She was determined to give Martha a taste of what it felt like to be cast aside, to fade into oblivion.
"Thanks, Mr. Wyatt. If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way. And please, keep my identity under wraps."
Best to keep a distance from the gang.
"Absolutely, Nora. You've got my back in Houston now. Just let me know if you need anything."
"Appreciate it."
Meanwhile, over at Prosperity Corporation.
Charles stared at his phone, utterly shocked.
Mr. Wyatt cutting ties with Martha? Martha nearly killed Mr. Wyatt?
What on earth was going on?
Charles paced his office, trying to make sense of it all.
Without Mr. Wyatt’s support, what use was Martha to him now?
That old woman who’d made a fool of him, wasn’t it high time he kicked her to the curb instead of wasting resources on her?
A knock at the door, and his secretary breezed in with some documents.
"Mr. Charles, there are a few papers that require your signature," she cooed sweetly.
Charles's gaze followed the contours of her figure before he drew her into an embrace.
"How about it, sweetheart? Fancy being Mrs. Charles?"
She'd been with him for years.
Of course, she yearned for the title of Mrs. Charles!
"Mr. Charles, if I said I wanted to be Mrs. Charles, would you let me?"
She pursed her lips and trailed her fingers teasingly over his chest.
Charles, with an arm around her, settled onto the couch, and his hand slipped under her blouse.
"Ha! Keep me happy, darling, and the title is yours."
"Really?"
"Of course. Now, please me first."
They flirted on the couch until the door swung open.
Martha, holding a food container, walked in with a smile.
"Charles, I’ve made you some soup, and..."
Her words trailed off as she caught sight of the entwined couple on the sofa. Her face turned ashen.
She knew about Charles' dalliances.
But he'd always been discreet, never causing a scandal in public.
Until now ...
"Darling, why don’t you step out for a moment?" Charles patted the secretary's behind, signaling her to leave.
With a girlish giggle, the secretary exited the office.
Martha suppressed the urge to tear the woman apart and plastered on a smile.
"Charles, I’ve brought you some soup. Have it while it’s hot."
Charles straightened his clothes and said, "Martha, let's get a divorce. You’ll leave with nothing."
The divorce card, again!
Martha’s hand paused, and she looked up sharply.
"Charles, I get you're upset, and you know what? I've turned a blind eye to your flings, but why on earth are you pushing for a divorce?" Martha's voice trembled with frustration.
Charles scoffed, his voice cold and mocking. "Martha, it's one thing for a man to have his fun – it's practically expected. But for you to cheat on me, and with a pretty boy at that? That's where I draw the line."
Martha, trying to suppress her rising anger, stepped closer to him.
"Is this still about that? Charles, haven't we settled this? I promised it wouldn't happen again. Are you prepared to face my godfather's wrath if you go through with leaving me?" she pressed, her voice laced with concern.
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