A Divorce Make Me Rich

“What do I have to be jealous of when it’s just a plant that doesn’t pose any threat.” Charlotte retorted sarcastically.

“If you don’t believe me, ask the people who took her. Abigail’s death has nothing to do with me.”

Katelyn covered her ears and screamed, running out in panic.

Charlotte watched her leave and finally couldn’t control her emotions and laughed aloud.

Originally she had doubts about Irene’s words, but now looking at Katelyn’s reaction, she could already be sure that something was indeed wrong with Abigail and that there was no one left to compete with her for the Matthews family heirship.

She finally got one back!

Now that Lyra and Abigail were dead, there was no one to steal Melvin’s love from her anymore, and no one to stand in the way of her gaining more fame and status.

Charlotte was in an extraordinarily good mood.

She forked a piece of salad into her mouth, still unable to restrain the corners of her mouth from rising.

After just two bites, she placed the salad on the bedside table and lifted the covers as soon as she could.

Seeing this, the maid hurriedly came over to support her and asked in disbelief, “Miss, what are you doing?”

“Discharge.”

Charlotte sounded resolute, and with the help of the maid, sat down on a wheelchair and left the ward.

Katelyn came out of the hospital and ordered the Matthews family’s driver to drive as fast as possible to Keith’s villa.

It was already nighttime, and the sky was filled with stars, adding a bit of romance to the calm late night.

She burst into the courtyard in a rage, waking up the housekeeper and a group of servants who had already fallen asleep.

“It is late at night. If you have anything to do, please wait until tomorrow to see Mr. Lloyd.” The housekeeper rose sleepily to greet her and said as politely as he could.

“I don’t care! I want to see my daughter today!” Katelyn pushed him away fiercely with red eyes, “Tell me, where is my Abigail?!”

“Please calm down, you will disturb other people’s rest like this. Please go back.” Seeing Katelyn’s agitation, the housekeeper immediately brought the maids to stop her.

“What are you all doing? Come over and help!” Katelyn turned around and shouted angrily at her bodyguards.

While the Matthews family bodyguards and housekeepers were arguing, Katelyn got into the villa.

She looked up at the lights that were still on on the third floor and walked quickly up the stairs.

Keith, who was at the top of the stairs, had just seen Katelyn and before he could speak, she grabbed him by the sleeve.

“Where is my daughter? I want to see her now!”

Keith frowned and pulled his sleeve out of her hand, haughtily straightening the cuff, “Calm down. She is being treated in the room on the third floor. You can rest assured.”

“No, I want to see her now!”

She simply could not be reassured until she saw for herself that Abigail was alive.

Lyra heard the sound of arguing coming from outside and just came out of the room to see this scene and walked over.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Mrs. Matthews, I said when I took Miss Matthews that I would keep her safe. You agreed then, but now you come to the villa late at night to disturb people’s peace. What does that mean?”

When Katelyn saw her, she immediately grabbed her and wouldn’t let go: “I don’t care about that now. I want to stop working with you! Now let me see Abigail right now. I want to take her away!”

Lyra wrinkled her brows and pushed her hand away in displeasure.

“I understand that you are worried about your daughter. But please, Mrs. Matthews, don’t forget that you represent the entire the Matthews family. Is the Matthews family so free to go back on their word in the business world? I will not give you permission to take her.”

Katelyn was at a loss for words, not knowing how to rebut her, and simply being unreasonable.

“Anyway, if you don’t let me see my daughter today, I won’t leave even if I die here!”

Lyra was about to call out for a drop-off when the maid who had been accompanying Abigail came out of the room anxiously.

“Miss, it’s not good! Miss Matthews is in danger!”

“What?!”

Katelyn clearly heard the maid’s voice, and defiantly pushed Lyra away to rush into the room.

“How’s Abigail? Quickly let me in to see her!”

Lyra was quick to pull her back and stop her from rushing into the operating room.

“You’re only hurting her by going in there now and interrupting any treatment process! Do you really want to lose your daughter forever?”

Katelyn was shocked by her sharp tone of voice and eyes.

Frozen for several seconds, before struggling to get up, she tried to break free from her, but can not compete with the strength of Lyra who practiced jiu-jitsu. So she can only say indignantly.

“Don’t scare me! You took my daughter and you won’t let me see her. If anything happens to her, I will kill you! I have to see her today!”

She wrenched Lyra’s fingers as hard as she could, but still couldn’t get free.

“Let go of me! Let me in!”

“Fine, then you go in! Interrupt the operation inside and any accident with Abigail is your fault.”

Lyra let her hand loose, arms crosse, and looked at her coldly.

She stumbled two steps before she could stand, staring at Lyra incredulously.

“How dare you! Perform surgery on Abigail privately?!”

“Yes, but the surgeon operating inside is Micah, a medical elite, international award winner, the number one in the entire medical world. But all the surgeries he handled, not a single case of failure. I believe him. You have also heard of. If you rush in now and interrupt Micah’s surgery, you’re really doing her a disservice.”

Katelyn, who had already reached the door to grasp the doorknob, hesitated.

She and Jamie had wanted to ask Micah to see Abigail before, but he was too famous and cold, not something they could afford to hire from a small Frayton family.

Lyra, this woman was able to persuade Micah to come to Frayton herself?

In the end, she should trust this woman …

Katelyn was standing in front of the door, and with the slightest twist of the door, she could see her baby girl in the room as she wished.

However, she struggled internally for a long time.

Final.

She still withdrew her hand.

“Lyra, I believe you once more, but I still say, if anything happens to Abigail, I’ll kill you guys!” She threw down these words reluctantly and turned around to leave the villa.

Lyra and Keith looked at each other, both relieved, and re-entered the operating room.

Gradually there was light in the sky.

Katelyn got into the car and closed her eyes tiredly.

“Mrs. Matthews, are we … now?” The driver asked tentatively.

“Go back to the Matthews House.”

She opened her eyes and a few moments of ruthlessness suddenly flashed from her face.

The black BMW slowly pulled into the garage of the villa. Katelyn adjusted her expression and ran all the way in.

Jamie was sitting in the hall watching the morning news, with Charlotte sitting along.

It was like a picture of a father and daughter in daily harmony.

“Oh! Jamie!”

Katelyn’s voice ruined that damned harmony as she ran through the door.

The two sitting on the couch turned around to see Katelyn’s grief-stricken face towards Jamie, crying, “Honey! Our daughter is gone!”