The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 16

The next day, Celine sat on a wicker chat reading a book Inside the apartment Meanwhile, Robin was pacing angrily, cursing at the top of her lungs. “What’s wrong with that

Tid he get kicked in the head or something? He left his wife alone to take care of that bitch Carly! And that Carly–Ugh! Being a mistress is bad enough, but drugging herself?

hat’s just pathetic!”

Robin was privuinely furious. When she went to pick up Celine the previous night, she found her sitting on the ground, hugging her knees, When Celine raised her head, her face was streaked with tears, looking as forlorn as a stray cat abandoned by its owner.

Celine couldn’t help but laugh. Robin had been ranting about Adam and Carly since the night before, and her fighting spirit was truly impressive.

In truth, Celine had long learned how to heal herself even when falling apart.

She unwrapped a piece of candy and popped it into her mouth. The sweetness spread, bringing a faint smile to her face. “Robin, take a break. We’ll deal with them soon enough and get retribution where it’s due.”

Robin understood what that meant–Celine was planning to teach them a lesson.Celine was tough, but it pained Robin to see her go through the agony of breaking herself down just to rebuild.

Just then, muffled sounds came from the storage room. Celine set down her book and said with a small smile, “Now, let’s start with Mr. Stone.”

Samson and had him brought

feet were bound with a cloth stuffed in his mouth. When he saw Celine, he began thrashing around furiously, Robin walked over and

face twisted with anger. “Celine Tate! How dare you drug me! Do you even know who I

mother owes me favors! You’re just some country girl–how dare you act so high and mighty? You should be grateful I even considered sleeping with you. If you had

up her sleeves, ready to slap him across the tace, but

as she looked down at him. “You say you know Dr.

course! You’ve heard of Dr.C, haven’t you? The medical prodigy, a’miracle worker! Someone

on her lips. “Since you claim

puffed up with arrogance. “Thave her number in my

nodded. “Go ahead

stood, pulling his phone from his

have Dr. C’s number. He had sneaked into the hospital director’s office and copied the

and learn. I’ll show you how

proceeded to dial the

phone rang, its melodic tone filling the room. Then, it was answered–calmly and

got connected. He immediately said ingratiatingly, “Hello, Dr. C? This is Samson Stone from Haven Hospital. I’ve admired you for