The Divorcee Amazed the World

At times like these, it was not suitable to have a child.

Willis was indecisive, and who knew if he might decide to get a divorce one day.

Helena had never experienced paternal love since birth, understanding the feeling of being unloved too well. She didn’t want her child to walk the same path.

Back home, Helena followed the instructions and took one pill, washing it down with warm water.

The other pill had to be taken 12 hours later, and Helena casually placed the medicine box next to the water dispenser on the cabinet.

After taking a quick shower upstairs, she lay in bed but couldn’t sleep, her mind spinning in circles.

It was almost midnight when Willis finally returned, having a drink with some guests.

Changing into slippers, he unbuttoned his suit jacket with one hand, took it off, and hung it on the rack.

Picking up a cup, he walked to the water dispenser to pour himself a drink. Suddenly, his gaze hardened as it fell upon the contraceptive pills placed on the cabinet.

He picked them up and examined them.

Indeed, they were contraceptive pills.

One pill remained; Helena had already taken the other.

She didn’t want to have his child.

Willis’s eyes gradually turned cold. He picked up his phone and dialed Yale’s number.

Not long after, a lazy male voice came through the phone, “Bro, in the middle of the night, what do you need?”

Willis, devoid of emotion, asked, “What does it mean when a woman refuses to have a child with her husband?”

Yale, half-asleep and slow to react, casually replied, “What else could it mean? This woman doesn’t love her husband.”

Willis’s heart jolted, then he calmly said, “Understood.”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He ended the call, his face surprisingly calm, but his grip on the phone tightened until it almost deformed.

After a while, a few cold laughs escaped his lips. He found himself ridiculous for thinking he could tie her down with a child – tie down a woman who didn’t love him.

Throwing the phone onto the table, he picked up a glass, opened the liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, and poured a full glass.

Sitting on the sofa, he raised the glass to his lips and took a big sip.

Recalling Yale’s words, he gripped the glass tightly, veins protruding on the back of his hand.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound – the glass shattered in his hand.

The sharp glass cut into his palm, but he didn’t feel the pain.

Helena, who had been unable to sleep, suddenly heard a clear sound of breaking downstairs. Startled, she climbed out of bed.

Walking to the railing, she looked down.

She saw Willis’s right hand covered in dark red liquid, unable to distinguish if it was wine or blood, and broken glass shards on the floor.

Hurriedly, she went to her room, opened the cabinet, found the first aid kit, and headed downstairs.

As she rushed down the stairs, Willis had already gone to the window to make a call.

His tall and straight figure stood by the French window, indifferent and dignified, like a pine tree in the wind and snow.

Some men, with just their backs, could bewilder the bloom of youth.

Helena stopped in her tracks, silently waiting for him to finish the call.

Hearing him ask, “Have they found the man who hurt Susan’s hand?”

Not knowing what the other party said, Willis suddenly lost his temper, “A bunch of useless people! Why is it so difficult for you to find one person? Go and find him again! If you can’t find him, all of you can get lost!”

Helena froze, feeling an icy chill in her heart.

He cared so much about Susan.

In the middle of the night, he was still helping her find the perpetrator.

She even came down with the first aid kit, intending to help him bandage his wound. How pathetic!

Helena bent down, gently placed the first aid kit on the floor, turned around, and walked away.

After a few steps, she heard Willis’s voice again from behind, “Has that woman named Lily been caught?”