  She suddenly felt that it was not so difficult to send this message.

  

      Cicely sat on the floor with her head tilted on the sofa. She had personally confirmed that he didn't like her. Why would she stay just to be humiliated?

  

      As she coughed, she cleaned the floor and threw away all the food she had cooked. Then, she went to her room and simply packed up her belongings.

  

      It took half an hour to drive from Keith Mansion to Wales Mansion.

  

      However, it took Cicely nearly an hour to drive.

  

      Ever since her parents had passed away, Cicely had dismissed the servants in the villa and hired regular part-time cleaners to clean up the room. So the rooms were kept clean.

  

      It was already past one o'clock in the morning when she finished packing.

  

      She felt a little pain all over her body. She didn't know if it was because she was to

  "He's busy!"

  

      Slap!

  

      Noah took out the magazine next to him. It was a photo of Field taking Bertha to the hospital. In the photo, Field was holding Bertha tightly, as if he was holding a baby.

  

      "Is he busy being intimate with another woman?" Noah hit the nail on the head.

  

      Cicely shook her head. She had thought that she would be sad but after thinking about it, she felt that it didn't matter. "He's always been like that."

  

      "Aren't you sure that he will fall in love with you?"

  

      Cicely shook her head. She didn't want to talk anymore.

  

      Noah looked at her, his eyes full of pity. "You weren't like that before..."

  

      "I've already asked him for a divorce. I have nothing to do with him soon," said Cicely.

  

      "If you knew that you were going to divorce now, why did you marry Field back then?" Noah asked.

  


  At 6:30 p.m., Cicely waited at the door like a child, clutching her shawl with both hands, waiting nervously.

  

      When she finally saw Field's car, she couldn't help smiling and immediately went to open the car door for him.

  

      "Welcome back. The food is ready." Cicely's voice had always been sweet, and coupled with her round face, her smile was very adorable.

  

      Field didn't even look at her. He got out of the car and walked toward the villa.

  

      As soon as he walked into the villa, he smelled the fragrance of food. Then he saw that the table was full of food.

  

      There were many kinds of food, including his favorite steamed puffer fish.

  

      Seeing that Field was staring at the puffer fish, Cicely said softly, "I know that you like puffer fish, so I bought one. I spent a long time cooking it. Have a taste."

  

      "Is it poisonous?" Field's voice was as cold as ice.

  

      Cicely shook her head, picked up a piece of fish, and put it in her mouth.

  

      Field picked up a piece of fish. When he was about to put it into his mouth, his phone rang.

  

      She glanced over and saw Bertha's name. She could also hear Bertha's weak voice. Bertha said that she was uncomfortable and wanted to see Field.

  

      Field comforted Bertha as he turned around. Seeing that he was about to leave, Cicely immediately grabbed him.

  

      He had always been annoyed with Cicely’s pestering him. He glanced at her with his sharp eyes and said in a cold voice, "Let go of me!"

  

      "Don't go."

  

      "I'll say it again. Let go!" Field's eyes were full of disgust as if there was a disgusting bug crawling on his body.

  

      Cicely's eyes reddened. "If you leave now, our agreement will be terminated! I won't donate my kidney to Bertha. You can only watch her die!"

  

      Field paused. "Cicely, you're so shameless!"

  

      Field walked out quickly and left without hesitation.

  

      Cicely stood in the middle of the villa in a daze, watching Field rush into the car and leave in a hurry. She really wanted to hug him and stop him, but she had no strength at all.

  

      Suddenly, she felt an itch in her throat. She coughed a few times and soon couldn't control it anymore. After coughing violently, she trembled and felt a fishy sweetness in her throat. She leaned over and opened her mouth. Bright red blood fell on the beige tiles.

  

      She vomited blood!

  

      A few seconds later, she quickly picked up the phone and dialed Field's number, but he didn't answer.

  

      Cicely continued to make calls. After dozens of times, the call was finally connected.

  

      "Field, Field, can you come back? I'm not feeling well. I vomited blood." Her voice was hoarse and tearful. "You promised me that you would accompany me for three months. You can't go back on your word!"

  

      "Cicely, are you done?" Field waited outside the emergency room with an extremely gloomy face. "It's all because of you. If anything happens to Bertha tonight, you'll pay with your life."

  

      "Field, I... I'm not. I'm really sick. Can you come back and stay with me?"

  

      "You want it again, don't you?" Field said, "Cicely, if it weren't for your kidney that can save Bertha, do you think I would look at you?"

  

      "But I'm your wife, your legitimate wife, the one who loves you..."

  

      "You are disgusting."

  

      "I..."

  

      Beep beep...

  

      Cicely thought, "Disgusting?

  

      "How am I disgusting?

  

      "What on earth should I do to make him look at me?

  

      "Should I throw away all my pride?

  

      "Should I reduce myself to dust low?"

  

      Looking at the dried bloodstains on the ground, she suddenly understood that even if she died here today, he would not come back to check on her.

  

      He didn't love her at all. Why should she grant his love?

  

      She picked up the phone and called Field again, but no one answered!

  

      In the end, she sent a message to him. "Let's get a divorce!"

She suddenly felt that it was not so difficult to send this message.
  
      Cicely sat on the floor with her head tilted on the sofa. She had personally confirmed that he didn't like her. Why would she stay just to be humiliated?
  
      As she coughed, she cleaned the floor and threw away all the food she had cooked. Then, she went to her room and simply packed up her belongings.
  
      It took half an hour to drive from Keith Mansion to Wales Mansion.
  
      However, it took Cicely nearly an hour to drive.
  
      Ever since her parents had passed away, Cicely had dismissed the servants in the villa and hired regular part-time cleaners to clean up the room. So the rooms were kept clean.
  
      It was already past one o'clock in the morning when she finished packing.
  
      She felt a little pain all over her body. She didn't know if it was because she was too tired today or because of the tumor, but after taking the painkillers, it really didn'

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