Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Audrey’s POV

I frowned at Dr. Evans as she handed me the phone with Richard Sinclair’s name on the screen. Taking a deep breath, I answered.

“Hello.”

“Audrey!” Richard’s voice oozed fake warmth. “Yesterday was Victoria’s birthday. She took some vacation days to travel abroad, but after hearing about your divorce from Mr. Parker, she was worried about you. She canceled her trip and decided to come to New York to keep you company instead.”

I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. I clearly remembered Victoria’s messages about wanting to pursue Blake. Her sudden trip to New York had nothing to do with comforting me.

“She’s already on her way,” Richard continued. “She’ll arrive in about three hours. I’ll send you her flight details, so make sure you pick her up! Victoria isn’t used to hardship. Book her a luxury hotel – we wouldn’t feel comfortable with anything less!”

“If you’re so concerned, why don’t you come with her?” I asked. “Or better yet, book the hotel yourself?”

I thought about my relationship with Victoria. Though supposedly sisters, we’d only met a few times over the years, barely better than strangers. Why waste what little energy I had left catering to someone who had no blood connection to me whatsoever?

couldn’t stand up

coming to comfort me,” I asked, “or is she coming to gloat and

desserts, and this is how you think of her? How could you

come to New York if she wants, but I won’t meet her, won’t pick her up, and certainly won’t book her a luxury hotel. If you’re so worried, come take care of her

up despite

stared at me, her expression shocked after witnessing the call. “Is

yes,” I replied with a wry smile. “That’s why I said they wouldn’t even

on my shoulder. “Don’t talk like that. You might not die after all. The client sharing your medical records has already assembled a team

Anyone who could assemble a global team of cancer specialists must be incredibly influential, at least on par with

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I looked up at Dr. Evans. “What

troubled

shouldn’t have asked,” I said, offering a small

about the client

after confirming my injuries were superficial did she leave, closing the door behind

hospital room, I checked my phone. As Blake had mentioned, someone had reposted the evidence that Ethan Davies had deleted yesterday about Laurel Rose’s smear