Sweet Divorce

Chapter 13 How Could He Like Her?

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Rita fell on the floor with a thud, leaving everyone else in astonishment.

"Hey! Rita Brown! Don't play your trick with me! It's just a hit on the head! How come you faint like that! Up! Get up!" Yolanda pushed Rita irritatingly.

Seeing that Rita gave no response, she leaned over to check.

'Her face is pale, eyes tightly closing … Could it be real?!'

'Is anything wrong?'

'Tut! So what?'

'If this bitch happens to die, perhaps Liam will applause!'

With such thoughts, Yolanda became more abhorrent rather than fearful with Rita who was lying on the ground. She kicked Rita and cursed, "Bitch! Next time I'll give you a tough lesson if I see you again! I will… Er, Liam?!"

Suddenly, Yolanda was held by the ankle by a pair of broad hands as she tried to kick Rita.

She looked askance, only to find Liam with freezingly cold expression.

He pushed Yolanda away coldly before she could react.

"Rita? Rita!"

As his calls got no response from Rita, Liam reached out to touch her bright cheeks, but was burned by her hot skin.

'It's hot!'

'Is the Rita Brown still running a fever?'

Frowning, Liam leaned to her and tried to pick her up into his arms.

At sight of this, the Nash and Charlotte who stood at the side were all shocked.

Especially Charlotte, she was also irritated and frenziedly jealous apart from astonished.

'Liam should hate Rita to the utmost because of the previous things, shouldn't he?'

'Why does he side with her now?'

'What's wrong!'

Charlotte stared at Rita who was in the arms of Liam, maliciousness emerging from her eyes – 'No, she would no longer let things drift from her control. The stupid women would be hated to death and spurned by the Wilsons and the Browns!'

'I'm going to clear my way to the heritance!'

"Edward, get the car!" with Rita in his arms, Liam gave the order calmly to Edward who was behind him.

Edward dared not snub any, hurrying toward the car.

At that moment, Jacob just drove over. Noticing Liam's hurry, he called at once: "Liam! Come on! I'll take you."

"Well, to the hospital."

As the door closed, the car rushed out.

Gazing after the speeding car, Edward shrugged, 'Didn't Liam claim that Rita deserved whatever she got and that it was no need to think for her? Well … then why was he in such a hurry? Mr. Wilson, what a good promiser!'

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And then inside of the car.

Care setting heavily on his brow, Liam held Rita who was still running a fever.

He looked at Jacob, "Haven't you had breakfast?"

"Yes." Jacob answered innocently without noticing his implication.

"Then step on the accelerator, won't you?" Liam replied with irritation.

Jacob, '!'

Until then did Jacob realize that Liam was unsatisfied with the speed.

'Well, he had already driven at nearly full throttle!'

It was the most congested road of City F, not the unobstructed suburbs! If he tried to accelerate more they would only push through other cars.

'Why? Is Liam worried about Rita?'

'No, no way!'

'He should feel nothing but abhorrence of her.'

Then Jacob concluded that Liam's abnormality was because he couldn't get away unscathed with his father if there was anything wrong with Rita.

Jacob glanced through the rearview mirror at Rita with a disagreeable face, "Is she playing suicide again to threaten you?"

"No." Liam answered. He glanced at Rita, realizing at that moment that she had been different recently.

As if the fever had burned her brain that she hadn't done such a thing again.

"Whee! How rare! It's the first time that she doesn't go to the hospital due to her own tricks!" Perhaps it was too strange for Jacob, he become curious, "Then what's wrong with her?"

"You are talking too much. Just drive!" Liam gave a glance at the one in his arms again, and then glared at Jacob.

Noticing ’Liam was in a mood, Jacob ceased to pry and speeded up to the hospital.

After a series of examinations, it was explained that Rita fainted due to the feebleness caused by the fever, as well as the hit on the head.

The doctor treated with her wound, and then put her on a drip.

***

Inside the ward.

Rita slowly opened her eyes.

As her consciousness slowly regained, the pain also came up. "Uh..." Rita snorted subconsciously.

"Are you awake?" Liam looked at her, asked calmly.

"Yes."

Rita felt her painful forehead, sat up in the bed, and frowned at the transfusion set. 'Where am I?'

'In the hospital?'

Rita tried to recall the morning quickly, but only remembered that she was hit on the head after being pushed to the wall, then she fainted…

Then she could recall nothing more.

She looked up at Liam, "It was you who took me here?"

"Yes." Liam nodded.

Looking at Liam, Rita tried to smile with her pare lips," Thanks. Please tell me the fees cost and I'll repay you."

Her idea was clear: since she decided to divorce, she didn't want to owe anything to him.

'Lest things became complex when they got divorced.'

Certainly, Liam understood her.

"Alright." Liam replied , showing agreement with her. "I've already ordered Mrs. Davis to take care of you."

"Okay, thanks." Rita smiled politely again.

After a brief chat, the two were off the topic.

It seemed that it would be just too awkward to stay any longer, Liam stood up steadily, "I'm returning to the company."

"Well, be safe." again Rita showed him a standard smile which was soon replaced by indifference.

Looking at her fake smile, Liam felt inexplicably uncomfortable, but he failed to explain such a feeling.

He turned and walked away irritatingly.

At this moment Jacob pushed the door open and walked in: "Liam! I've rechecked the surveillance and found that someone deliberately made Rita drop her phone and took it away for a while. It was exactly the time when Joey received the message!"

Jacob's words lightened up Rita's eyes.

" In other words, it can prove that I didn't send the message to Joey?"