Chapter 205 Divorce
“Anne, are you really going to ignore me?” Dante pleaded, his voice weak. “I’m your husband! I just barely escaped death, and yet you…”
He thought, “How could she discuss a date with another man, right in front of me?”
Anne finally turned and looked at Dante.
“I’ve already paid your medical bills and tried to call your parents, but I couldn’t get through. However, I sent them a text message. If they see it, they should come back to take care of you.”
Her gaze shifted to Lola. “Isn’t she here too? You don’t need me.”
With that, Anne linked arms with Yancey and headed for the door.
Dante tried to reach out, but his hand was still attached to an IV. His sudden movement pulled the needle out, and blood started to drip down his hand.
“Anne! Don’t go!”
Anne paused, her eyes catching sight of the blood staining the white sheets.
Lola gasped, “Dante! You’re bleeding! Don’t move, let the nurse help you stop the bleeding!”
This scene played out right in front of Anne, and she let out a sarcastic laugh.
Panic welled up in Dante’s heart. But his body was too weak. He had just gotten out of bed and was about to collapse.
Lola immediately rushed to help him, but the movement triggered her fractured ribs, causing her to gasp in pain.
“The two of you, one injured, the other disabled, you make quite the pair,” Anne said, her fingers curling as she sucked in a breath. “Dante, take care of yourself. I’m leaving.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
“Anne! Don’t go!”
Dante shouted at her retreating figure.
There was no response.
Anne managed to walk out of the hospital in one breath, but then her body suddenly stumbled.
Yancey’s expression changed, and he quickly supported her waist. “Are you okay?”
Anne shook her head slightly.
It was only then that she realized she had been gripping his arm too tightly, leaving red marks from her fingernails. Anne froze, a flicker of guilt in her eyes.
“Are you okay? Why didn’t you say anything?”
Yancey shook his head. “It just looks scary, it doesn’t hurt at all.”
Yancey knew that Anne had only been able to walk out of the hospital by clinging to him. He could endure the pain; for a man, this was nothing.
Anne’s eyes suddenly reddened, her nose tingled, and tears began to stream down her face.
Yancey panicked. He searched his pockets but couldn’t find any tissues. Thinking quickly, he took off his white coat.
“You silly boy, why endure the pain if it hurts? Why pretend nothing’s wrong? Is it worth it? It’s not worth it at all! He’s not worth it!”
Anne cried and cried, then suddenly crouched down, holding her head in her hands.
A ray of afternoon sunlight shone on her head, enveloping her in a harsh light. The edges of her hair were dyed golden by the light, but she looked so sad.
Yancey gently raised his hand, blocking the ray of light that was shining directly into her eyes. He just watched her quietly, only offering his clean white coat when Anne had finished crying.
“Wipe your tears.”
Yancey knew very well that she must love that man named Dante very much, deep down to her bones. Her breakdown was also because of him.
But Yancey wouldn’t say it. He would pretend that he didn’t know anything and just be there for Anne when she needed him.
After Anne had vented her emotions, she realized that Meryl hadn’t followed her down.
“It had been a while. Why hadn’t Meryl come out yet?”