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?”

teacup. “Late–stage cancer

took a small sip,

scared me that night,” she continued. “You’re young. Why bottle up so

out at once, causing you to vomit blood.” She studied my face. “After two days

cup, meeting

Family or work, I couldn’t say. Now

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

call

Blake’s name flashed on

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as he lunged to

set the phone down.

videos of men in black suits questioning people throughout the

footage, my mind struggling to process it. Hundreds of calls? Thousands of guards? What was Blake

married for three

scrolled through his phone and handed it to me. “Look what Laurel

a photo of an old phone. It was my phone. Laurel was supposed to return it, but her maid messed up and gave me

and swapping phones isn’t nice. I’ll find you and get

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

nodded. “In interviews, Laurel said Blake cares for her more than anyone and will

finding people who’ve

loses something and publicly calls

he’s

couldn’t help laughing. “They’re

old phone. “Though she’s not completely wrong. The phone

with me.”

froze. “You actually took

maid grabbed the wrong one,” I said, pressing the power