Countdown to My Divorce

Sasha was yelling through sobs.

“Oh, Jim…! Why did you leave in such a rush…?”

She was wearing a brand–new black dress, the brooch at her collar glinting coldly in the evening light. She looked less like she was mourning and more like she had intentionally dressed herself up.

Rachel clenched her fists so hard, her nails dug into the flesh of her palms.

How dare Sasha come to Jim’s funeral to put on such a pretentious act? Was she still not giving up?

Rachel approached Sasha and asked unceremoniously, “Shall I call for security, or are you going to walk out by yourself?”

Sasha slowly turned around and pulled out a napkin from her bag.

“Rachel, you can’t be this heartless! Your brother and I don’t have a roof over our heads anymore. We lead our lives exposed to the harsh elements outside. Now that your dad is gone, you should at least give us a portion of the Lloyd family inheritance. This is your dad’s medical report,” Sasha said, passing Rachel a document.

It was a report from the city’s mental health institute, with the words “tendency for paranoid personality disorder” circled in red.

Rachel’s uncle inhaled sharply. “Jim was…”

nonsense!” Rachel warned. “She found herself a fake doctor

to get her hands on the family inheritance. My dad lay on the bed,

dad, and he

be reconsidered.”

“Did you forget? The doctor made special emphasis back then, stating that it was just a stress response. It wasn’t an acceptable

face paled. However, she quickly recovered

law!” She tilted her head, insisting, “We were once husband and

but the smile

1/2

Chapter 830

table

+25 BONUS

took, there was a

out its contents, Sasha’s face

pile of medical records, the latest one dated last month. The doctor’s signature was appended

made

and showed it

were present the day the will was signed, proving that Dad was as clear–minded as