Chapter 73

By now, Diana's hands had already swollen to a purplish-red. Poor circulation made them icy cold, to the point of numbness. A faint smile tugged at her lips. Her hands had nearly lost all feeling, cold and lifeless. And yet, it was nothing compared to the chill she felt in her heart. "Don't you love her, Vincent? Then I'll step aside for you. I won't be Mrs. Hendrix anymore. I know you're concerned about Grandpa. Don't worry, we can finalize the divorce privately first." He fell silent. Divorce? Should he do it? That was something Vincent had never truly considered. The idea of separating from Diana had never occurred to him. Somewhere deep inside, he had always thought the title of Mrs. Hendrix could only belong to her and no one else. After a long silence, Vincent finally raised his eyes to look at her. "Can't you just get along with Gabby? She's not a bad person. She's innocent and carefree. Haven't you always wanted a younger sister to keep you company?" A sister? Diana