Countdown to My Divorce

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Chapter 137

The way William looked now was nothing like the cold, distant expression he had worn in the office earlier that day.

As Samantha chewed on a slice of apple, she cast a mildly concerned glance at William. “William, do you think Rachel’s going to be upset you dumped all my work on her?”

“She won’t,” William replied casually. “Rachel can’t sit still. Back when we worked together, she wouldn’t even agree to leave early if you asked her. She insisted on working overtime.”

Rachel felt nauseous. There was a bitter taste in her mouth.

She had never enjoyed working overtime.

Back then, William had said his position at the company was unstable and he couldn’t trust anyone else with critical project work. He had begged her to take it on personally. For the sake of his dream, she had worked late nights and pulled all–nighters more times than she could count.

But clearly, he had long forgotten all of that. He had forgotten how he had once gently asked for her help.

Cecilia was about to explode. She clenched her jaw and looked ready to storm into the ward. Despite the pain, Rachel reached out and grabbed her arm.

“Don’t go.”

Seeing how hard Rachel was trying to stop her, Cecilia reluctantly backed off and led her to the doctor instead.

came back. Rachel had acute

it take?”

the drip works well tonight, you won’t need to come

“Thank you.”

let out a sigh of relief. If she had to miss tomorrow’s team–building

drama would unfold.

“You’re working yourself to

is over,

something was off. “Rachel, are you hiding something from me? You’re giving

leave.”

That

drawing a final line under the seven long years of

was too impulsive and kindhearted. If she found out, she might accidentally spill the beans, and all of Rachel’s plans would fall

“Don’t be

and patted her chest. “You scared me. I

drip, Rachel began to feel the medicine taking effect. The pain in

“It’s getting late. You should head back and get some rest. I’ll

go home tonight. That woman is an eyesore.” She

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