Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 270

“Sir, Michael said, “that mother and daughter from the hospital called. The mother said her daughter only vomited once more

today, after meeting you.”

“Sir, why are you interested in this girl’s symptoms?”

I sank onto the sofa. “She has the same condition as Laurel. I spent twelve hours with Laurel today, and she didn’t vomit blood once. Her energy was good, and eating didn’t cause any real reaction.”

“You’re comparing their symptoms?” Michael caught on. “You think Miss Rose is faking?”

“But we’ve seen her medical data. Specialists confirmed she has late-stage cancer.”

“That’s what I can’t figure out,” I admitted.

Laurel doesn’t act like someone dying of cancer. She’s too energetic, too bright. I’ve had doubts before, but those medical readings always convinced me.

I hung up and heard footsteps on the stairs.

Audrey walked down, her short hair framing her face in the dim light.

“Laurel Rose is faking it,” she said.

I straightened. “What makes you say that?”

largest shareholder is the Hayes family,” she said, taking the last few steps. “If she wanted real cancer patient data to show you, they’d

her monitoring data matched everything they

a short laugh. “Pay off a real terminal patient, tweak the backend systems

beside me and poured

all been fooled,” she said, taking

do you know something?”

the CEO

my gaze steadily, her expression calm

watched her without responding, studying her

reached for the teapot again. As she leaned forward, the strap of her nightgown slid down her shoulder, exposing

a scene – just finished pouring her tea before casually fixing the

tried to pick up her cup, I grabbed

1/2

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as I drank her tea in one

I noticed her eyes

you could’ve poured your own,” she

the best tea,” I

but I didn’t

her ear, wrapping my