Chapter 4 I Want to Divorce Him

Amelia's face went rigid, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, but she kept her mouth shut.

"You know the fallout if this gets out," Leila sneered, clearly pleased with Amelia's reaction. "If you back out now, you might save some face. Think about it."

Outside, the rain was starting to come down harder.

Amelia told herself to take one last, long look at Chris. Then she'd give up and do what she had to do.

With a clap of thunder, the taxi dropped Amelia off outside the Spencer Villa.

She covered her head with her hands and dashed back.

In the downpour, her vision was blurry, and she had to rely on her instincts to find her way.

As she got closer to the main building, she spotted a familiar figure in the distance.

"Dad, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the hospital?" Amelia asked, shocked when she realized who it was. It was Paxton Tudor. His health had been failing over the past couple of years, making him a regular at the hospital. With his company in a shaky state, he was always busy and rarely had time for Amelia.

"How touching, a father-daughter reunion," Chris said coldly, looking down at them from the steps, like a king surveying his subjects..

"Amelia, I'm fine," Paxton said with a sad smile before looking up to Chris.

"Chris, Amelia's all alone now," Paxton pleaded. "If you divorce her, with the Spencer family's power, what will she do? Please, don't do this. Be with anyone you want, just don't abandon Amelia!"

In the pouring rain, Paxton's clothes were soaked through. Rainwater streamed down his face, highlighting the worry and helplessness etched into his features.

Amelia's heart broke. Tears streamed down her face as she clung to Paxton's arm, shouting, "Let's go, Dad. I'm begging you!"

She had already lost all her dignity; could she endure more humiliation?

"Amelia, beg him with me! He'll consider the time you two spent together and keep you," Paxton urged, gripping her hand tightly, his face pale and voice hoarse. "Hurry up. Beg him now!"

Amelia gritted her teeth and growled, "Let's go."

"You've got some nerve, getting your father to plead for you," Chris finally spoke, mocking her. "Too bad, you're not worth it."

Amelia's heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles; she forced herself to look up at him.

Their eyes met; he was still noble, while she was a mess.

The heavy rain didn't diminish his aura but made him seem even more aloof and arrogant, a stark contrast to her wretched state.

Holding back her tears, Amelia pleaded, "Dad, let's go; he won't agree."

Paxton gritted his teeth. "You can only rely on him now!"

Before he could finish, he started coughing urgently, his eyes filled with worry and sadness.

His health was in a critical state now, and he couldn't protect Amelia's future. Once divorced, Amelia would be an easy target for their enemies, and her life would be in shambles.

"Mr. Tudor, do you think your presence here will make me feel guilty?" Chris's voice was icy, a look of disgust flashing in his deep eyes. "What makes you think I'd pity her?"

A woman who had brought him such disgrace didn't deserve even a shred of his affection.

Paxton pleaded, "Just for my sake."

"Dad, stop it." Amelia dropped to her knees. "I'm begging you; let's go."

"Amelia, you, you..." Paxton couldn't finish his sentence, suddenly clutching his chest and collapsing, unconscious.

"Dad! Dad!" Amelia cried out, trying to support his falling body. "Someone call an ambulance!"

Paxton had a sudden heart attack, barely escaping death.

Amelia stayed in the intensive care unit all night, on the verge of breaking down multiple times. Could her world get any darker than this?

"Your dad was fine in the hospital; how did he suddenly run out and have an attack?" Nina's sharp voice cut through the air behind Amelia. "You wretch, haven't you done enough to our family? You're a jinx; you ruined the company, and now you're harming your father!"

Nina's loud voice drew a crowd outside the ward, all watching Amelia's misery.

Amelia sat there quietly, taking it all in.

"Speak, are you dead?" Nina pinched Amelia's arm hard. "Did you even try to beg Chris? If he insists on divorcing you, you..."

"I will never beg him again!" Amelia suddenly looked up, her voice trembling. "I want a divorce."

No one knew how she got through the night. She replayed every moment from the first sight to the marriage between her and Chirs in her mind . And it turned out to be a joke and tragedy from the beginning. Only she, the fool, thought she was holding on to true love. Last night's heavy rain washed away the last bit of hope she had in this self-deceiving love. Moreover, she didn't want her family to suffer such humiliation again. She was determined to divorce Chris.

"What?" Nina asked in disbelief. "Do you know what you're saying? Amelia, are you out of your mind?"

Amelia didn't respond.

Nina snapped, "Wretch, you want a divorce? No way! Your father is in this state, and our company is on the brink of collapse. If you get divorced, how will our family survive? If you dare to divorce, I'll marry you off to that seventy-year-old Mr. Brown!"

Nina's furious words filled the ward, making Amelia feel suffocated.

Nina yelled, "Wretch, speak!"

Seeing Amelia still bowing her head in silence, Nina slapped her hard.

Amelia was unprepared and fell to the ground. A sharp pain hit her, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, she was in a warm bed.

Amelia opened her eyes in a daze, only to find herself in the pink room of her close friend, Sophia.

"Awake?" Sophia brought a cup of warm water. "You were unconscious for several hours, but you're finally awake. How do you feel?"

Amelia didn't respond; instead, she urgently asked with a hoarse voice, "How is my dad?"