Chapter 719 Divorce Papers
At the hospital, Scar came to take Nora and Paul away, while Wyatt was wheeled into the clinic.
His wound needed to be disinfected and stitched, and he was put on an IV to bring down his fever.
Through it all, Wyatt never once released Yunice’s wrist.
Jordan, ever so "considerate," had the nurses pull up another bed flush against Wyatt’s, turning the space into something like a double bed. “Doctor says it’s just a subconscious reaction from the fever. Once he wakes up, he’ll let go.”
Then he checked the time, stretched theatrically, and sighed. “I’ve been up two days and nights straight, I’m about to drop. I’ll take the night off and leave Wyatt in your care.”
With that, he slipped out, shutting the door behind him.
The room fell quiet.
Yunice lifted her gaze to the IV dripping overhead, then back down to Wyatt’s hand clamped tight around hers.
Her free hand hovered over his wrist. She was a doctor trained in traditional medicine–she knew exactly which pressure points controlled which joints. One pinch, and his grip would fall away…
“Yunice!”
The door banged open before she could act.
She jerked her hand back on instinct and looked up.
Freya and Victor stood in the doorway, their faces lighting up in unison. “You really came back!”
“You finally came to your senses! Isn’t it better here?”
Caught off guard, Yunice froze. She’d left without a word, and barely two weeks later, they’d found her already. Flustered, she stammered, “Freya, Victor… what are you two doing here?”
Their surprise matched hers. “Didn’t you call us?”
…She’d wanted to slip in quietly, unseen by anyone.
Freya frowned. “Jordan told us you’d been gone half a month, that you missed home so badly you came back in tears–crying about how you missed us. Of course, we rushed here. What were we supposed to do, let you cry all night?”
Hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Laurie swept in, white coat billowing like a storm. “So you do remember how to come back! You’ve abandoned your graduation project in the lab for half a month. You planning on not graduating?”
“Laurie…”
“Don’t call me that! When I’ve got this coat on, you address me by title.” Her sharp eyes fell to the hands clasped together on the bed. “Wonderful. You ditch your research, disregard your mentor, and after one trip out you come back playing romance. Do you have any ambition at all? I should’ve let your experiment mutate!”
She wasn’t having a romance! If Wyatt hadn’t locked onto her, she wouldn’t have spared him a glance.
To prove her point, she tried shaking him off. And shockingly–he let go.
…Let go?
Laurie’s face hardened, full of disappointment. “Unbelievable. My prized pupil, and you turn out to be ruled by romance.”
So much for her plan to slip away unnoticed.
Once Laurie and Freya arrived, they refused to leave. One sat to her left, the other to her right, sandwiching Yunice neatly between them, while Wyatt’s presence on the other bed didn’t seem to matter at all.
Yunice suspected the whole group had conspired just to keep her under watch.
But Laurie and Freya truly cared for her, so she couldn’t bring herself to snap.
Victor, standing politely nearby, added, “Mr. Carl doesn’t know you’ve returned. At his age, his sleep is poor. We’ll tell him in the morning.”
Yunice wanted to protest–there was no need to tell him. She had never intended to stay.
But Victor, reading the room, excused himself. “You ladies talk. I’ll ask the nurses to bring in some extra chairs.”
She blinked. “Why?”
Laurie and Freya patted her hand warmly. “We’ll stay with you tonight. Can’t let you feel lonely.”
Yunice closed her eyes in resignation.
Sure enough, they soon unfolded two stiff chairs at her bedside, chatting comfortably as though it were the coziest setup in the world.
Laurie began, her tone firm. “Yunice, a woman has to be strong. You mustn’t throw away your career halfway–it’s the worst mistake.”
Freya added, “And to sacrifice your degree, your future, your connections, your background for a man–that’s even worse.”
“You’re only twenty-four. Life is long, opportunities are many. Isn’t it too early to abandon yourself?”
Then she added, “Mr. Crawford said Wyatt promised him he wouldn’t pester you. As long as you live a normal life, he’s willing to remain friends.”
Laurie reached into her bag and produced a folder. “This is the divorce agreement. Wyatt’s already signed it. All it needs is your name, and it’s done. From then on, you’re no longer husband and wife. With Mr. Crawford as mediator, Wyatt won’t cross any lines.”
Yunice took the file hesitantly, her eyes widening as they fell on the signature at the bottom.
Wyatt’s name sprawled boldly across the page.
But hadn’t he sworn he’d never agree to divorce?