"Don’t ntion it, Miss Foster didn’t show up at the orchestra today, and her phone’s unreachable. Thankfully, Commander Holt found a temporary violinist to take her place, so the performance wasn’t affected." Claire Clayton spoke with a tone of complaint, "She’s so irresponsible, how could she do this?"
"Well..." Seraphina Thorne frowned and pondered for a mont, "You go ahead with the rehearsal, I’ll call and ask."
After hanging up Claire Clayton’s call, Seraphina Thorne opened her phone book and called Miss Foster’s number.
The phone was turned off.
Seraphina Thorne then dialed Nathan Foster’s phone.
As expected, there was no answer either.
Sensing that sothing was amiss, Seraphina Thorne found Nathan Foster’s assistant’s number.
This ti, the call finally connected.
"I’m Seraphina Thorne, I’d like to ask why Nathan’s phone is unreachable?"
"Sigh—" Nathan Foster’s assistant spoke with a helpless tone over the phone, "Miss Foster has attempted suicide and is currently being rescued!"
"What?" Seraphina Thorne stood up in shock, "Which hospital?"
The assistant gave the hospital’s na, and Seraphina Thorne hurriedly left the orchestra, hailed a taxi, and rushed to Miss Foster’s hospital.
anwhile.
At the hospital ergency center.
The door to the ergency room was pushed open, and a doctor stepped out, wearing a sterile gown that bore traces of blood.
"Doctor!" Nathan Foster hurried over, grabbing the doctor’s arm, "How is my sister?"
"She’s no longer in critical danger, but..." The doctor glanced around, "Please co with ."
Nathan Foster followed the doctor to a corner in the hallway.
The doctor lowered his mask, looking serious, "Do you know your sister is HIV positive?"
"I..." Nathan Foster replied softly, "I know."
"That’s good." The doctor sighed, "Her emotions are very unstable right now. As family, you must work on her mindset. She’s still young, and there’s a long road ahead!"
Nathan Foster nodded gratefully, "Thank you."
"Co, let’s go in and check on her."
Following the doctor, Nathan Foster stepped into the ergency room.
On the hospital bed, Miss Foster lay weakly on the pillow, her face pale and devoid of color.
The wounds on her wrist had been treated, wrapped in thick gauze, and a blood transfusion line was still dripping blood into her arm.
Approaching to support her arm, Nathan Foster felt both helpless and heartache.
The doctor gestured with his hands, and the dical staff quietly retreated outside the door.
"Brother..." Miss Foster began, her voice hoarse, "I’m sorry."
"Miss Foster, you..." Nathan Foster held her hand, "Why did you do sothing so foolish?"
Miss Foster lowered her lashes, "Ethan Sterling hates now, and you hate too. I don’t know what the point of living is anymore."
"Nonsense, when has your brother ever hated you?" Nathan Foster frowned, "Your brother has never hated you."
Miss Foster sniffed, "But Ethan Sterling will never like again, right?"
"Miss Foster!" Nathan Foster bent down, gently caressing her face, "Listen to your brother, you will et a better guy in the future, you definitely will."
"Stop trying to fool , ever since that incident, everyone despises , classmates see like.... like a plague..." Miss Foster shook her head in anguish, "Of everyone who knows about my illness, only Ethan Sterling didn’t despise and was willing to hang out with , no man in this world will ever treat like he did."
"That’s not true, Miss Foster, it’s not!" Nathan Foster, eyes brimming with tears, caressed her face, "There’s a long life ahead, even if... you don’t have Ethan Sterling, you still have your brother! Promise your brother you’ll live well, no matter what you want, your brother will help you, okay?"
"I don’t want anything, I only want Ethan Sterling." Miss Foster extended her hand, grabbing Nathan Foster’s arm, "Brother... can you help ?"
Nathan Foster gently stroked her long hair, sighing powerlessly.
"Miss Foster, I’m sorry, but this... your brother can’t help you, you should know that Ethan Sterling has always treated you like a sister, his feelings for you aren’t romantic!"
"That’s not true!" Miss Foster’s voice rose in excitent, "He told himself he likes , before he ca back, we... we were already together."
Nathan Foster paused, "You two... were together?"
Miss Foster lowered her lashes, nodding gently.
"He..." Nathan Foster spoke cautiously, "He didn’t mind... your illness?"
"He said he didn’t mind anything, he just wants to be with , he even said he’d never abandon , never leave . Brother..." Miss Foster burst into tears, raising her face, "Why, why did everything change when Ethan Sterling returned, why does he hate now?"
Nathan Foster extended his arms, gently hugging her.
"Be good Miss Foster, don’t cry... your brother is here, your brother will never abandon you, your brother will be with you for a lifeti."
Outside the door.
Seraphina Thorne listened to the siblings’ conversation.
She raised her hand to push the door but withdrew it weakly.
Before she even thought that perhaps she’d misunderstood Ethan Sterling, now it seems Ethan Sterling is no different from Adrian Chamberlain.
Turning away, she frowned and walked out of the ergency center.
From the hospital to The Thorne Estate, Seraphina Thorne took out her laptop and quickly went upstairs.
She opened the already prepared divorce agreent, printed out two copies, and bound them.
She grabbed a pen and signed her na on the last page.
Outside the door.
The sound of an engine echoed, Seraphina Thorne stood up and walked to the window.
Looking outside, Ethan Sterling’s car caught her eye, and she bit her lip.
Holding the signed divorce agreent, she stepped out of the study and headed to the living room.
The villa door opened, Ethan Sterling stepped inside.
Upon seeing her, his lips curved into a smile.
"Just in ti, I brought so food back..."
"I’m not hungry." Seraphina Thorne walked over, sitting on the sofa, "Let’s have a serious talk, shall we?"
Ethan Sterling sat opposite her, adopting a posture of attentive listening.
"What does my wife want to talk about?"
Seraphina Thorne placed the agreent on the table, sliding it over to him.
"The agreent clearly states, after our divorce, I’ll transfer 3% of Zenith shares to you, the remaining 7% will still be under your managent, it won’t affect your control over Zenith."
Seraphina Thorne took her bonus check from her wallet and placed it on the agreent.
"This money counts as paying you interest, I’ll pay back the rest slowly."
Ethan Sterling’s gaze swept over the divorce agreent on the table, then landed on her face.
In his dark eyes, there was nothing but discontent.
"So... you’re set on divorcing ?"
Before Seraphina Thorne, the image of Miss Foster with bandage-wrapped wrists flashed, and she bit down firmly.
"Yes, I’m determined to divorce!"
"I disagree!" Ethan Sterling suddenly stood up from the sofa, "Don’t forget, we signed an agreent, for a year, you must stay with !"
"You..." Seraphina Thorne also stood up, "Ethan Sterling, I misjudged you."
"You thought I was a good person, didn’t you? If so, you are sorely mistaken, I was never the good guy, I’m the little devil of the Sterling Family, did you forget?"
Snatching up the divorce agreent from the table, Ethan Sterling forcefully tore the docunt in half.
"Divorce? Dream on!"
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