Chapter 2 The scumbag man and woman will have an indefinite future

"Are you divorced?" Cadence Dillon's tone was cheerful for a second, but then he said in disbelief, "What do you mean, it has nothing to do with you, Annabelle Brock, it's not your good brother who made me like this?! You took advantage of the fire and forced Callan to marry you You were willing to donate blood to me, why, do you regret it now?" "I will find out the truth about the car accident sooner or later. But you are right about one thing." Annabelle Brock said unceremoniously, "The thing I regret the most in my life is marrying Callan Clay." "You..." Cadence Dillon choked for a moment. The moment she heard Annabelle Brock say she wanted to investigate the truth of the car accident, she felt inexplicably guilty. Until she saw the person appearing at the door of the ward, "Callan!" Callan Clay was wearing a suit, standing outside the door with straight and long legs. He just parked the car in the underground garage. He just walked to the door of the ward when he heard Annabelle Brock's words, as if he had been slapped on the face , loud and painful. His complexion was not good-looking, and even gradually became gloomy. Annabelle Brock knew that Callan Clay was coming, but she didn't even turn her back, "I've finished my words, Ms. Dillon, you should quickly find a kind person who is willing to donate blood to you. After all, the treatment time is delayed, but it's true A critical illness notice is about to be issued." Cadence Dillon turned pale, and only then did he fully realize what was going on. Annabelle Brock turned and left gracefully. When she walked in front of Callan Clay, she met his cold gaze without any hesitation, and could vaguely feel the cold air emanating from his body. If this is not in the ward, I am afraid he is about to have an attack. She twitched the corner of her mouth: "There will be no future." After finishing speaking, she walked past and left the ward. Callan Clay's muscular figure was still standing outside the ward, his handsome brows were furrowed, and he looked back at her subconsciously. Her back was very thin, and the two butterfly bones protruded obviously, but she still stubbornly straightened her waist and disappeared from his sight. 　　…… After leaving the hospital, Annabelle Brock took a taxi back to the Clay family's villa, packed her luggage and moved out. Mr. BrockMrs. Brock instilled in her the idea that 'only a son can inherit his father's business' since she was a child, so she worked hard to work part-time since she was in college, and saved a small coffers without spending any money from her family. Purchased an apartment in the city center a few years ago and it finally came in handy. After cleaning, Annabelle Brock looked at herself in the mirror, pale and tired. What a high-spirited person she used to be, she has become so humble in this marriage. Fortunately, everything is over. The mobile phone was placed on the sink. She picked it up and opened WeChat and the address book. She blocked the word 'Callan Clay' from the list without hesitation, and then threw it aside. Three days later, a piece of "Brock Group's stock plummeted, and a large number of stockholders gathered at the door of Brock Group to make trouble" appeared on the front page of the news. Early in the morning, Annabelle Brock was awakened by the frequent vibration of her mobile phone. I opened it and saw that it was a message from Edward Frost: Hurry up and go back to Brock Group, something may be going wrong. Annabelle Brock unconsciously clenched her phone tightly, and immediately threw off the quilt and got out of bed. Even though there was resentment and anger in her heart, what remained in her bones was still the blood of the Brock family. As soon as the car stopped at the entrance of Brock Group, the media reporters who heard the news blocked the door tightly. "Ms. Brock, do you have any explanation for Mr. Tang Zhenfeng's debt of three billion yuan and even embezzlement of public funds secretly?" A microphone was directly on her lips. Annabelle Brock was pushed and shoved by the crowd, but she still raised her eyes without fear, "Whether Mr. Brock is involved in corruption will be verified by the procuratorate. As for the three billion owed..." She twitched her brows slightly. Indeed, Brock Group had a financial shortfall in its books, but at most it was only tens of millions. How could it suddenly appear that there was a huge debt of three billion? This is simply pushing Brock Group into the fire pit! "Ms. Brock, what's wrong with you? Why are you speechless? Do you also know that you are wrong?" Not only the reporters were present, but also many stockholders held up banners. Seeing that someone from the Brock family finally came forward, they almost swarmed over. "You must give us a reasonable argument today!" At the same time, a black Maybach business car parked directly at the gate of Brock Group.