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…

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,

bitter. “If you hadn’t gone to Europe then, someone

into

up. “When you went to Europe seeking treatments, did you take any

spreading through the room. I frowned, something about her tone

me, Miss Ross.” She continued. “His vital signs

a shade paler, her composure cracking just slightly. The silence that followed was

the one taking care of him. I worked with the nurses to monitor all his vital signs. I still have all

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 lowered my head a bit. Audrey wasn’t

sources. Three years ago, you joined an acting training camp the moment you arrived in Europe, spending six months on intensive drama training? I’d love to know how exactly you

Laurel’s pale face, 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 take care of