Chapter 340 Let's Get Divorced
Betty sat in the ambulance, took off one shoe, and threw it at Aurora.
Aurora's words were interrupted by Betty's shoes.
Aurora looked at Richard with red eyes. "You will understand one day that she and you are not even from the same world, Richard. Because I have been through the rain, I don't want you to end up as battered as I did in the so-called high society."
Richard walked up to Aurora.
Aurora nervously clasped her hands, thinking that Richard could understand.
Richard picked up Betty's shoes, furrowed his brow, and walked away. "Throw away the shoes. What are you going to wear?"
Betty snorted, "She talks too much."
Richard reluctantly and indulgently helped Betty put on her shoes, then turned to look at Aurora.
"You got caught in the rain because you tore your umbrella apart with your own hands. I didn't because I had an umbrella, and I willingly became her umbrella."
Betty gave Richard a thumbs-up. "Now you're talking cool. Why were you so outdated when you were sweet-talking me?"
Richard couldn't stand Betty's mouth, so he had to raise his hand to cover it. "Don't speak. Let's go to the hospital for a check-up first."
Betty whimpered for a while, feeling a bit exhausted as she leaned against Richard's chest.
Richard also hugged Betty with a sense of fear.
When Betty jumped off the building, she felt a fear like never before.
Because Betty seemed to really not care about life and death.
Before the ambulance doors closed, Betty glanced at Aurora and provocatively hugged Richard.
Judging by Aurora's appearance, she doesn't seem like someone who would easily let go.
As for Braden, although she reported to the police, there was no substantial evidence proving that Braden committed a crime. At most, it was just a prank.
This time, Braden returned to Silverlight City, and he definitely wouldn't give up easily.
This so-called 'game' was just the beginning.
She needed to come up with a way to have the best of both worlds.
It was time to consult Ethan.
His insight was unparalleled.
The Ethan's residence.
During the video conference, Ethan sneezed a few times and then received a message from Betty on Facebook.
Betty said Braden started to make a move.
Betty: [Today, Braden and Richard's ex-girlfriends put on a big show for me. They teamed up. What should I do?]
Betty sent a “resentful” emoji.
Ethan: [Sorry, I don't have such troubles. My wife loves me very much.]
Betty sent a “smiling” emoji.
Betty: [I think I have more experience with the fact that your wife's first love was your younger brother and that your wife has countless suitors.]
Ethan's expression darkened in an instant.
Ethan: [Jasmine and I had an unbreakable bond and connection; we had two sons.]
Betty was undergoing a medical examination at the hospital. Her eyes sparkled with delight.
She turned her head and stared at Richard for a while.
Richard felt a little scared as Betty stared at him. "Are you still angry? I really went to save you."
"Richard, I might be in heat. Let's go home," Betty flirted, looking at Richard.
Richard's face turned blushed with just one touch, and he clumsily covered Betty's mouth.
This was the hospital. How did she suddenly come up with that?
"The test results are out, there's nothing serious, just go home and rest."
Richard sighed in relief, grabbed Betty's wrist, and started walking out. "Let's go home."
Betty followed behind Richard closely.
'If we had children, would it be different?’
'Children will legally inherit all of my property.’
'I am able to get really impatient.’
'However, before the child is born, I have to deal with Braden first. I have to provide the child with a safe living environment.' she pondered.
Betty squinted her eyes and spoke in a deep voice, "Time is running out."
"What?" Richard asked.
"Come home, I want to make love with you," Betty whispered seductively in Richard's ear.
Richard's back was tense, and he really wanted to cover Betty's mouth and take her home.
Liberty Tower Plaza.
Connor had no intention of leaving. He was still going through the materials and checking the medical records.
The nurse turned off the lights when she got off work and saw Connor was still there.
"Connor, aren't you leaving yet?" the nurse asked quietly.
"You go ahead. I still have some things to take care of," Connor said without looking up.
The nurse entered the office, tidied up the desk quickly, and glanced at the computer. "Hasn't Jasmine already been cured?"
Connor furrowed his brow, closed the computer interface, and said, "The clinical cure for depression is only relative, with a high rate of recurrence. Moreover, she resists taking medication, making it difficult to maintain stable control of her emotions in the long term. Once exposed to external stimuli, even the slightest thing in life could potentially overwhelm her."
The nurse nodded. "You were so concerned about her five years ago, and all these years later, you still care about her so much."
Connor paused with the pen in his hand and looked up at the nurse. "Just forget about what I said earlier. Anything related to patient privacy, keep it to yourself, don't tell anyone."
The nurse nodded nervously. "Alright, Connor, I'm leaving now."
Connor took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead.
The phone rang.
Connor glanced at the phone; it was an unfamiliar incoming call.
"Hello."
"Connor, my name is Annabelle. I remember we were alumni."
Connor's eyes flashed with cold, and his lips curled up. "May I ask, what can I help you?"
"Have you finished work? I'm outside the Liberty Tower Plaza. Would you be interested in grabbing a drink together?" Annabelle was testing Connor.
Connor was a person from Hawthorne who was not interested in matters of the business district, much like William. He didn't care about family affairs but was almost obsessed with psychology.
"Sure." Connor agreed.
Annabelle smiled and said, "Then I'll wait for you downstairs in a white Mercedes."
Hung up, Connor slowly twirled the pen in his hand. He looked at his chessboard and began to make his moves.
The Ethan's residence.
Jasmine came back from work looking a bit down and not very happy.
Ethan came out of the study and reached out to hug Jasmine. "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Jasmine shook her head. "The fact that Mr. Everhart told Annabelle about our trip to Maple Grove is not a good sign."
Ethan comfortingly embraced Jasmine. "Are you afraid of something going wrong? Mr. Everhart is not the kind of person who would easily change his mind, so don't be afraid."
Jasmine nodded, grabbing Ethan's shirt and pulling it tighter.
"Do you have something to tell me?" Ethan noticed that Jasmine has been acting up lately.
"I..." Jasmine opened her mouth, taking a moment before finally speaking. "It's okay, let's go to bed."
Ethan looked at Jasmine and furrowed his brow.
Jasmine always used to curl up, refusing to trust anyone, including him, fully.
"Ethan, if, I mean if, if you had never met me, you would have never known about Justin and The little guy, what would your future life have been like? Would you have obediently accepted the arranged marriage at home and then followed your peak all the way up?"
Recently, Jasmine had been thinking a lot about whether her presence was inherently a part of Connor's dealings with Ethan.
Even though she didn't do anything, her presence alone had already impacted Ethan's path.
If it weren't for her, if Ethan hadn't fallen in love with her, he would still be the CEO of the Douglas group, living a very smooth life.
"There are no ifs. Even if you didn't come, I would have gone to find you. Our meeting was arranged by fate," Ethan said as he pulled Jasmine into his arms, holding her tightly.
"Ethan, after coming back from Maple Grove, let's get a divorce," Jasmine said, looking up at Ethan.
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