Chapter 2 Let's Divorce

When she heard the nurse's words, all the color drained from Veronica's face. The nurse who was drawing Veronica's blood asked, "Another 3.4 ounces?" She glanced at Veronica with concern and then at the nurse who had just entered. "She's already given 13.5 ounces. Why do we need to take more?" The other nurse sighed helplessly. "I already told Mr. Sutton, but he said Ms. Sandoval lost too much blood, and taking another 3.4 ounces from Ms. Walsh wouldn't be a problem. I really have no choice." She then looked at Veronica apologetically. "I'm sorry, Ms. Walsh. We don't dare disobey Mr. Sutton, so please don't make this difficult for us." Veronica stayed silent for a long time. Her face was as pale as paper, and anyone paying attention would notice her body swaying slightly. After what felt like forever, she finally spoke in a hollow voice. "Go ahead." As her words fell, a large tear rolled down from the corner of her eye. She quickly raised her hand and wiped it away. Tilting her head toward the ceiling, she forced the rising tears back down. After 16.9 ounces of blood had been drawn, Veronica's face was ghostly pale. Dizziness washed over her, and her vision doubled. She rested in the blood collection room for a long while. Only then did she drag her heavy steps and walk out. The moment she stepped out, she saw Gregory walking straight toward her. When Gregory saw her complexion, his brows knit slightly. It seemed that drawing 13.5 ounces had already been too much. When Veronica looked up at Gregory, his expression had already returned to its usual calm. In a highly composed voice, he said, "The divorce agreement… I've left it on the desk in the study. Sign it when you get home." As his words fell, Veronica felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her already unsteady body swayed violently. She stared at Gregory in disbelief, her red lips trembling. "You… want to divorce me? Just because Camelia is back?" When Gregory looked at her, his gaze was cold and full of disdain. "You know why we got married in the first place. Two years is more than enough. This ridiculous marriage should have ended long ago." The word "ridiculous" pierced Veronica's heart like a blade. Their two-year marriage had been reduced to just that one word—ridiculous. How tragic it was. Tears welled up in her eyes again, uncontrollable. She bit her lip hard and looked at Gregory unwillingly, her voice filled with despair but carrying a faint, fragile hope. "Gregory, in these two years, did you ever like me, even once?" A harsh, derisive laugh suddenly cut through the air. Gregory's friend stepped forward, looking down at Veronica with contempt. "Veronica, look at yourself. You're disgusting, absolutely stomach-turning, and as fat as a pig! "If you hadn't schemed your way into Gregory's bed back then and forced him to marry you, do you really think someone like you could have ever become Mrs. Sutton?" "I didn't!" Veronica shouted back. The man ignored her and turned to Gregory. "Gregory, Camelia is looking for you." Gregory left Veronica with one final sentence. "Tomorrow at 9:30 am, see you at the courthouse." With that, he turned and left without looking back. Watching his cold and resolute figure disappear, Veronica finally lost control and broke down in tears. By the time she got home, Veronica was in terrible shape. She picked up the divorce agreement and skimmed through it quickly. Gregory was indeed generous. He hadn't shortchanged her—200 million dollars and two villas were part of the divorce settlement. Tears streamed down Veronica's face as she signed the divorce agreement with trembling hands. "Veronica… you really have lived a miserable life," she thought bitterly. Suddenly, the ping of a WhatsApp message pulled her attention back to the present. She picked up her phone and saw a message from her mentor, Raymond Turner. "Veronica, about the opportunity to study medicine abroad that I mentioned before, think it over again. This chance is really rare, and I don't want you to miss it." Before this, Veronica had been torn and hesitant, already thinking about giving up. But in that moment, seeing the WhatsApp message, her heart suddenly settled. She had missed too much for Gregory, but now… she would no longer live for anyone else. She was going to start a life that belonged to her. A life lived only for Veronica. "Mr. Turner, I'm going," she replied firmly. After sending the message, Veronica turned back to her room and began packing her luggage. Having been soaked in the rain and with her forehead injured, she woke up the next day with a fever. After breakfast and taking some antipyretics, she dragged her exhausted body out the door. At the courthouse, she dialed Gregory's number. The moment the call connected, a low, husky, and undeniably sexy voice came through. "I've got something to take care of today… We'll handle the paperwork another time." Before Veronica could speak, Gregory had already hung up. Staring at the blank phone screen, Veronica couldn't help but tug at the corner of her lips. Just now, she had clearly heard a woman's voice on the other end. But none of that mattered anymore. Because today, she was flying to Mestioso. From now on, Gregory would have nothing to do with her. She would completely forget about him—she promised herself that.