CEO Broke Down and Cried After I Divorced Him by Miss Rich

Chapter 0576

Chapter 0576

Considering how thoroughly Desmond explained if Suzy still didn't believe him, it would suggest there was no trust left between them at all.

Besides, Dylan's leg had ended up in its current condition because of her. How could she ignore him? And on top of that, Diana was with him too.

But thinking of Diana made Suzy pause. Something about her had seemed off lately.

Normally, if Suzy moved out, Diana would have followed her without hesitation. This time, however, she had chosen to stay in a hotel instead.

And it had been three days since Diana last reached out-a very unusual break from her usual behavior.

What had happened to make her act so out of character?

Desmond was still waiting for her response, and after some thought, Suzy finally said, "I'll head over soon."

"That's fantastic!" Desmond's relief and excitement were palpable.

After packing a few things, Suzy was just about to leave when her phone rang again. This time, it was Elliot.

had no choice but to pick up. "Elliot Hayes, you little brat. If I'd known you'd turn out like this, I'd have left

"M-Mentor..."

she asked, frowning. His

tone strained. "I suddenly started feeling terrible-my chest hurts, and I can barely breathe. It feels like I could die any second. I was scared I wouldn't make it, so I called

say all that, you're clearly not dying," Suzy retorted, though she couldn't hide her concern.

her visit by a bit wouldn't make a difference. But

poison in his body hadn't been completely eliminated yet, and any

at Dylan's place, Desmond had excitedly told him that Suzy was

willing to risk everything just for a

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and Suzy didn't show up, his patience wore thin. "Didn't she say she'd be here right away?" he demanded, glaring at Desmond. Desmond replayed the conversation in his head. I think she said 'later,' not 'right away.' I'm sorry, sir, I must have misunderstood. I assumed she meant she'd come immediately. I'll call her again

soon, Dylan was

quickly redialed Suzy's number, but

there was still no response. Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he muttered, "Please, Mrs. Wright, pick up. If you don't,

many times he tried, the result was the same-no

picking up, Dylan's concern grew. "Could something have