Beyond the Divorce

Malicious Intent I was finally done with my IV drip.

However, before I could ask Atlas to head back, Ivanna burst into the room.

“Chlo, what’s going on…” Her words trailed off as she noticed Atlas in the room.

She fixed her gaze intensely on him with a strange look I could tell what she was thinking, so I quickly changed the topic.

“Why’d you come back so quickly?” Atlas replied instead, “When you were unconscious, she called to check on you out of concern.

I told her you were indeed in trouble.” “So, you’re the one who answered the call!” Ivanna looked at him with curiosity.

“Can you tell me who you are?” I blushed as I briefly introduced Atlas to Ivanna.

They exchanged polite handshakes, and Ivanna asked, “Is that his jacket?” I nodded silently.

Then I turned to Atlas and told him Ivanna would take me back. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Atlas gave me some instructions before we left the hospital room.

Ivanna started questioning me about the whole incident.

After I told the story, Ivanna was furious and asked why I had not turned my lunatic sister–in–law over to the police.

After all, I had evidence.

“That would be too easy on her!” I said calmly, “I need to force her to face the life she should have lived, to know what it’s like to struggle.

Then she can think about her actions.” I asked Ivanna to drop me off at the office instead of the Murphy Residence.

It seemed more appropriate.

Then, I called the Murphy family members and had them all come to Matthew’s office.

Before leaving the car, Ivanna asked, “Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?” Don’t worry! I’ll be fine.” I reassured her.

However, as soon as I walked away, Ivanna hurriedly followed me.

I think I’d better stay with you! Matthew was in high spirits in his office as he celebrated with Johnson and some executives.

There was glo be a contract elgning with ATL Empire on Tuesday pleased.

At as had indeed bet the stage for me, sol had to play this role +15 BONUS Matthew froze when he saw my pale face.

Puzzled, he asked, “Chlo, what is wrong? Weren’t you supposed to be resting at home? Why are you here?” His eyes kept darting around my body.

I had changed my top, but I must still look disheveled after my recent ordeal, I scanned the room, and everyone present was Matthew’s trusted confidant.

1 Instead of answering his question, I calmly entered the room and sat on the sofa.

I waited for the Murphy family members, who had not yet arrived.

“Honey! What’s wrong?” Matthew might have noticed my odd behavior.

However, his question had no gentleness, only a hint of indifference.

Johnson narrowed his eyes at me, suspecting something big was in the works.

He quickly declared to the executives, “You can all leave! Tomorrow, we’ll hold a meeting to tell everyone the good news.

Now, let’s just celebrate!” Johnson tried to smooth things over with me.

“You came just in time.

I have good news!” I glanced at him, saying, “Please stay, everyone.

I have good news to share, too! I’ll talk about it when everyone’s here!” Matthew walked up to the sofa, looking puzzled.

“Chlo, what are you up to? Who else is coming?” “Your family, of course,” I replied calmly, my eyes showing a hint of fire.

“I want everyone here to stay and listen because we’re all family here.

You can all witness what’s about to happen.” Matthew’s parents rushed into the room.

After seeing so many people present, they hesitated at the door.

Johnson quickly went over to usher them inside.

Grace looked anxious as she turned to her son.

“Matthew, who are all these people?” “Mom, please have a seat.” Matthew smiled and reassured her.

Then he waved at everyone else and said, “You can all leave! We’ll talk about it in tomorrow’s meeting.” “Wait a moment, it won’t take long.

We’re just waiting for Melanie,” I declared, my tone unwavering