Chapter 70: Divorce Upon Returning

I looked at Mandal’s expression—filled with sincerity, like her prominently apologetic demeanor last night. That awful Lionel was insufferable, constantly ranting about how poorly I treated Randall. It was enough to set my teeth on edge. Hot since those veidi dali vremene from Kanbill, bida’y halità against him. As long as he wasn’t siding with Lamel, that was all I needed.

“About what happened last night,” the gin—but a cascade of words interrupted me—“Why are you apologizing? He’s the one who owes an apology.”

The voice was tight and strained, obviously terminally ill, and punctuated by harsh coughing. I turned to see Tvertne in the sunlight; her delicate features were sharply defined, but her eyes, meek and watery, were fixed on me with a pleading look.

There she was again, with that concerned face. When did she start being so monstrously worried? Why hasn’t she vilified me if she’s so worried about Randall and can’t stand him being wronged? I rolled my eyes and took a seat across from Kandili. Concurrently, I picked up a sandwich and took a bite.

“This is a co-optation, better men. Why don’t you stare and at…”

Yvette shot me a withering glance and scoffed, “You didn’t even see…”

La rose thunat. Why are you yelling? Conde, so why does it matter what I say? Don’t forget what I brought up last night.”

She was still talking about the divorce. She even insinuated that Theep Handil was still seeing as protective of him; I smirked and turned back to the calm and collected Randall.

“M: Calibwell, there’s no need to apologize. I don’t hold grudges, and it’s not like it was your fault. You simply misjudged the person.”

Randall pressed his lips together, ignoring my words. Instead, he looked at Yvette, murmuring, “Please stop stirring things up. You taught me that if you make a mistake, you admit it and learn from it.”

I kept munching on my sandwich, unable to help glancing between the two of them. Something felt off. How long have they really known each other?

Never mind Tette’s odd feelings later; I can’t shake the feeling that from the very start, the connection wasn’t just a simple one between a sponsor and a beneficiary. It was more like…

Yvette started coughing uncontrollably. I glanced at her. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her pale lips were colorless. She looked so fragile it was almost heartbreaking. Yvette gave me a quick look before lowering her head to eat her meal quietly, not saying another word. At least she was deferring to Randall.

Randall turned back to me, his lips pressed together. “I stayed behind to formally apologize. Now that I’ve done that, I should get back to school. Mr. Yates, Ma Jenting had a high fever last night. She had many chills and was so dizzy she almost passed out. I suspect it’s the flu. I’ve already given her antiviral meds and a shot to bring down the fever. She should recover by…”

“But if she doesn’t get better, we may need to take her to the hospital, especially with that cough. If it spreads to her lungs and turns into pneumonia, recovery could take a long time.”

“The flu,” I started, shooting a fierce look at Yvette. That she was staring down at her bowl, missing my glass—books could kill—she’d be dead—

That fool kissed scibly last night. If she really had the flu, wouldn’t I get infected too? Slapping her was letting her off too easily; I should have hit her so hard that no one could recognize…

I held back my anger and rushed to Randall. “Since you’re a doctor, if you’re willing to stay and look after Yvette, she might recover faster.”

He looked at me with confusion. “Me? Mr. Yates, aren’t you going to take care of your…”

Me, taking care of her? No way!

I forced a smile. “Trenat’s good at caregiving. Besides, she doesn’t really need anything. You can go to your classes during the day, and after your evening classes, Diver will pick you up. You check on her condition. Don’t worry. My penning will cover your meals and any additional expenses.”

The booger. Twice recovered, the score. We could discuss the partnership and get back home to divorce her.

Durvey, etarlad, had been silent until now. He turned to Randall. “You don’t have classes the next couple of days, right? Could you help out? This trip is about a major deal worth billions of…”

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“…have any classes since my professor is on break, but he did assign me a ton of…”

“…final practical work and research projects. I’m busy both day and night, and I might…”

“There’s no need to try to use your schedule as an excuse. You don’t need to care about my condition.”

The slant que a cold glair but deerted lure woods at Oliver. “Inform them that I need a few days to rest. We’ll finalize the partnership once I’ve recovered. As for going back home, we’ll decide…”

Oliver replied, “Ind…”

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Hospitalization isn’t necessary. The main thing is that Milesinger’s feeling well. Although the fever has gone down, it might return, and she could feel…

– That’s the fastest way for her to recover.

“…prepare something for Ms. Jenning to eat? I’ll…”

A severe voice. “Though I’m sick, not crippled, I don’t need anyone to take care of me. Clever, do as I say…”

“…mag vannes tip 18 Bakoitanumeri, contact the pistessa. Don’t…”

“…2, and don’t let what happened…”

Smide. “Krigla Ipatu. Harkus, Ms. Jering. It’s almost daylight now and there are still people around, so I’ll be on my own. There’s…”

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