Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 27

Blake’s POV

Grandpa’s words echoed through the grand living room, and my jaw clenched involuntarily. How dare he suggest I let Audrey go? After everything thời bất happened at his birthday celebration, after her public declaration of divorce, after that scene with James Collins – now my own grandfather was taking bet side?

Before I could respond, Laurel’s quiet sob drew my attention. She stood by the white marble pillar, one hand pressed delicately against it los support, her fate a perfect picture of distress.

It’s all my fault…” Her voice trembled with carefully controlled emotion. If I had known my return would cause such damage to Blake and Audrey’s marriage, I would have rather died in Europe than come back…”

I watched her dab at her eyes with a monogrammed handkerchief, something twisting uncomfortably in my chest. She looked so fragile, so genuinely remorseful. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

Laurel turned toward the door, but her steps were deliberately slow, almost theatrical. “Perhaps… perhaps I should just go back to Europe…

tension as she rushed to block Laurel’s path. My sister’s face was flushed with emotion, her usual composure cracking. “Three years ago when Blake was in a coma, you went to Europe for three months to help search for new treatments. Before you could even retur, he

and bitter. “If you hadn’t gone to Europe then, someone like her would never have had the chance to

Audrey’s lips curve into

“When you went to Europe seeking treatments, did you take any of Blake’s medical

a stone in still water, ripples of tension spreading through the room.

“His vital signs data?

composure cracking just slightly. The silence that followed

of hair behind her ear, her voice carrying a deadly calm. “When Blake was in a coma three years ago, I was the one taking care of him. I worked with the nurses to monitor all his vital signs. I still have

Audrey said completely stunned everyone present – including me. Indeed, taking care of a vegetative patient had been no easy feat. My family members had only come to visit me in the hospital occasionally, but she had come almost every day to assist the nurses in taking care of me. I saw my mother, my sister, and even I myself unconsciously

training camp the moment you arrived in Europe,

her manicured hands twisting the handkerchief. Something cold settled in my stomach as I remembered those months confusion of waking up from the coma, everyone telling me how Laurel had been searching for treatments while Audrey chose to