Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I felt like I had been struck by lightning, freezing in place as a chill enveloped me.

Ivanna was too impulsive! At this age, couldn't she think more empathetically? Couldn't she consider what she could do to fight for herself?

I sensed an unprecedented sense of helplessness.

Seeing me standing there like a statue, the medical assistant seemed a bit startled. She looked at me and asked, "Are you okay? Do you feel unwell? Do you need help?"

I collected myself, shook my head numbly, and weakly asked, "How long ago did she leave?"

She seemed a bit perplexed by my question. "Are you talking about Ivanna?"

I nodded.

She responded indifferently, "She left quite a while ago."

I thanked her in a soft voice. She just raised an eyebrow and continued with her work, paying no further attention to me.

As I turned around in a daze, I pondered. She must have gone home by now. At this moment, she must be feeling lonely and helpless, needing care more than ever.

With these thoughts, I ran out of the hospital, quickly got back into the car, and headed straight to Amethyst Apartments.

I called Lauren again. She answered right away,

to the hospital." My tone

What happened? Did she...?" Lauren couldn't help but

sighed, unable to

fault, I... Why did I sleep? I shouldn't have been too relaxed with

and blaming herself, I suddenly heard another voice on the phone, "Don't

Why did that sound

I listened more

regretful voice continuing, "How is she now? She's too impulsive. Sooner or later, she'll regret

yourself.

is her

do? I'm on my way back to Amethyst

and then stepped on

stopped the car and ran upstairs. I

of the elevator

knocking on the door, I opened my bag and searched for the key to both her houses. I remembered both sets of keys were in my bag, but

I was instantly petrified.

and feet. She stared at me helplessly, like

angry and hurt. Walking in, I grabbed her. "Why are you still wearing such a

"Chlo."