Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 242 She Never Wished for Troy’s Death

Imogen questioned, “Why are you asking about this?”

Yann let out a heavy sigh. “Troy had a gastric bleed a few days ago, and he’s been in the hospital for treatment. His stomach has always been delicate, but things worsened when he suddenly began fasting. He hasn’t had a meal since yesterday, and it all started after he got a phone call.” Troy had gastric bleeding and was hospitalized?

Imogen was taken aback. She suddenly recalled the possibility that she had spotted Troy at the hospital a few days ago when she visited Sue’s grandson. At the time, she had dismissed it as a mere illusion.

Yann noticed Imogen’s confusion and insisted, “You should come to the hospital with me and soothe him.”

Imogen stepped back and said firmly, “I’m not going. He’s an adult, and he’s responsible for his own health. I can’t keep rushing to see him whenever he pulls a stunt like this. What kind of life would that be for me?”

Imogen knew Troy’s stomach was sensitive when they were still married due to his frequent business banquets.

Imogen had always tried to ensure Troy ate adequately so his stomach troubles were less frequent.

But now, after their divorce, he was already in the hospital. She hadn’t anticipated this. Yann furrowed his brow and said, “Imogen, I know you’re angry about the Hale family’s affairs. I promise you, it was my decision alone, and Troy was not involved.”

Imogen coldly replied, “I don’t trust you. You and Troy are working together to deceive me.”

“I promise, if I’m lying, may something terrible happen to me!” Yann’s expression turned deadly

serious.

Imogen hesitated. Yann’s sincerity swayed her.

Yann continued, “Do you still question me? Imogen, can you imagine what Troy said when I got there? He said if only his life could prove he was telling the truth, he’d offer it without hesitation. He even coughed up blood this morning. The doctors are concerned he might not make it through the surgery. Are you still skeptical?”

The doctors were afraid that Troy might not have made it through the surgery…

Had his condition escalated to that extent?

Even though she disliked Troy’s persistent approaches, Imogen had never wanted Troy to die. She bit her lip, lowered her gaze, and pinched her sleeve.

Had she wronged Troy?

Before she could say anything, Grace rushed out from inside the house. She looked worried as she asked, “Troy vomited blood? What’s going on?”

Troy’s niece. He explained, “Your uncle has a stomach

Is it serious?” Grace’s face turned

doctors might have to perform stomach surgery…”

down Grace’s spine. She clutched

at the party. Let’s go to the hospital and check on him. Poor

you being married. Do you want to see him die?” Imogen took a deep breath, lowered her head, and said to Grace, “Let’s go. Change

immediately ran back to her room

aside to let Yann pass through the doorway.

I’ll wait

“Suit yourself.”

returned to her room, changed her clothes,

elevator, pressed the down button, and

at the hospital and parked the car beneath the

lagging while holding Grace’s hand. He turned back, lifted Grace into his arms, and ascended

followed closely. Her steps were quick, her chest

heat.

stopped at a VIP room door. Yann pointed to it. “This is it. You can go in.”

lying on the hospital bed with an IV drip by his side. He seemed still, as though he were

pushed open the door and stepped

spoke childlike, “I

her firmly. “Wait a moment. Let

“Okay.”

lying, his eyes closed, “I’ve already said there’s no need to persuade me.”

been asleep.

had reached his bedside. Her heart clenched as she saw Troy’s appearance

his face seemed devoid of flesh. His jawline and chin were strikingly prominent, and his complexion was an unhealthy pale.

his hands, with protruding veins and a stark paleness, appeared fragile, and the nurses could quickly locate his

into this state

vibrant and confident. The sight of him so fragile was unsettling, as if he were as delicate as a piece of paper on the brink

response, Troy continued, “Aren’t you going to

me,” Imogen replied softly.

trembled, eyelashes

shut.

throat and his fingers

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