Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 200

‘Sir, how is Miss Sinclair? What happened with the blood? Is something wrong with her health?”

“Nothing’s wrong with her,” I snapped.

I recalled Dr. Evans’s earlier explanation: “Just a stress reaction. She has bleeding gums, so the blood isn’t as alarming as it looks. She’s been resting here and seems fine now…”

Something about her manner had seemed off. Her explanation sounded rehearsed, with hesitations that suggested she wasn’t being entirely truthful.

The thought that I’d mobilized thousands of people to search for someone who was perfectly fine made me want to punch something.

“If she’s okay, that’s a relief,” Michael said. “With Miss Rose’s gastric cancer already causing you stress, if Miss Sinclair were

also – ”

“Who gave you permission to compare her to Laurel?” I cut him off.

Laurel was gentle and kind. And Audrey? Just a cold, ungrateful person who talked about loyalty but showed none.

Michael cleared his throat. “Now that you’ve found Miss Sinclair, perhaps you should visit Miss Rose? She’s receiving IV fluids at Twilight Mansion, quite upset about her missing phone.”

something. “That night when we reported

you would go to the hotel yourself, and I was worried you

I

thinks I stationed you there to take compromising photos of her when

eyes widened. “That’s a misunderstanding! Should I explain things

shook my head. “No point. She wouldn’t

me. No matter what explanation I

Studio today?” I asked, changing

shook his head. “George says they still haven’t been able to contact that designer,

if this designer doesn’t

Audrey’s POV

body betrayed me. The room spun,

side as I swayed. “Dr. Evans, is she going to vomit

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lips. “What are you doing, getting worked up again?

recover!*

head. “You were married to Mr. Parker, Couldn’t you have spoken