Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 197

Audrey’s POV

“This is my home.” Before Ethan could answer, a middle–aged woman’s voice came from the doorway.

I turned to see Dr. Evans leaning against the doorframe in casual clothes, sipping from a teacup. Her eyes assessed me

carefully.

“You’ve been asleep for two days. How are you feeling?”

I glanced between Ethan and Dr. Evans, confusion clouding my thoughts. “What happened?”

Ethan straightened in his chair. “At the police station, I heard someone vomiting blood. When I saw it was you, I rushed over. You grabbed my hand and made me promise not to tell Astrid about your condition.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I realized Astrid has connections at every hospital in New York. She’d find you and

discover your illness. So after getting permission from the officers, I took you to Mayo Clinic and had Alexander contact

Dr. Evans.”

“But Dr. Evans was already on vacation.”

“When she heard you needed help, she had me bring you to her home…” Ethan finished, giving Dr. Evans a grateful look. “She turned her home into a hospital room and let me stay to h are for you…”

“Thank you,” I said to Dr. Evans, feeling a weight of gratitude despite my confusion.

“Don’t thank me.” She sent Ethan a pointed look. “Could you get her some hot water?”

Once he left, she turned to me with a sigh. “I told you to keep your emotions stable. Did any of that advice sink in?”

handed me her teacup. “Late–stage cancer requires emotional stability.

a small sip, feeling like a

she continued. “You’re young. Why bottle up so

blood.” She studied my face. “After two days of rest, you

down the empty cup, meeting her

and nodded toward my phone. “That’s been ringing constantly. Family or work, I couldn’t say. Now that you’re awake, you should handle

back against the pillows and picked up my phone. Unlocking it revealed hundreds of missed calls – dozens from Astrid, about ten from Laurel, and the

call this many

Blake’s

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rushed in, nearly spilling the tea as he lunged to stop me. “Whatever he wants, it

set the phone down.

York for you.” He pulled out his phone, showing me videos of men in black suits questioning people throughout the city. “Parker Group sent out thousands of security guards looking for

struggling to process it. Hundreds of calls?

were married for three years,

I was wrong.” He scrolled through his phone and handed it to me.

Laurel was supposed to return it, but her

and swapping phones isn’t nice.

me because of a phone?” The realization/stung more than

her more than anyone and will help with anything

people

face flushed with anger. “She loses something and publicly calls you a thief! And the night Blake helped rescue me,

was impressive. Now he’s hunting you down over

“They’re perfect for

pulled out the old phone. “Though she’s not

with me.”

froze. “You actually

I said,