Unrepairable Love

Chapter 213

Elizabeth stepped out and spotted Alexander’s Maybach. She hopped in. Alexander, in a suit and fancy watch, looked sharp and noble.

“Did you find it?” he asked.

Elizabeth turned to him. “Mr. Tudor, do you trust me?” she asked instead.

Alexander squinted, puzzled by the question.

“I didn’t mean to delay the divorce. I lost my driver’s license,” she said, raising her hand. “I swear, it’s really lost.”

Alexander looked at her apologetic face, feeling mixed emotions.

“Give me two days to get a new one. Then we can apply for the divorce,” she pleaded.

He paused, then said, “Alright.”

Elizabeth nodded, relieved. “OK.”

“Want me to drive you to work?” he offered.

She shook her head. “I drive myself.” She got out of the car.

Alexander watched her walk away and suddenly called out, “Elizabeth!”

“What is it?” she replied, her voice pleasant.

His heart tightened. She seemed more relaxed than yesterday. He gripped the steering wheel, his other hand in his pocket, clenching it.

“What is it, Mr. Tudor?” she asked again.

He shook his head. “Nothing, just let me know when you get your new license.”

“Alright,” she agreed.

After she left, Alexander pulled her lost license from his pocket, feeling something gnaw at him. Elizabeth drove off, and Alexander watched her car disappear. His throat tightened, and he whispered, “Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth got a new license.

On her way to the hospital, she wondered where she’d lost the old one but still had no idea. At the hospital, she saw the prison guard and police officer from before, escorting the man who had been foaming at the mouth into a car. He seemed resuscitated but was already being taken away after only two days.

Elizabeth shrugged and headed upstairs.

Chapter 213

“You guys know nothing, Ms. Russell is so delicate!”

“She’s really weak, just got out of the hospital and now she’s back in— ”

“Shut up! She’s not like what you’re saying!” Esme’s defender, Donna, spoke up.

Laura clicked her tongue. “Your master is back in the hospital, and you’d better go take care of her.”

Elizabeth entered her office, catching Laura arguing with Donna. Laura leaned over. “Dr. Percy, what did the Tudors want with you yesterday?”

“To discuss the divorce,” Elizabeth said bluntly.

Laura was shocked. “Are you really divorcing Alexander?”

“Yes,” Elizabeth nodded.

“Is it because of Joseph?” Laura asked quickly.

Amanda walked in, coughed, and signaled Laura to get back to work.

Elizabeth didn’t mind talking about it. “It’s not because of Joseph; my marriage with Alexander is just over.”

“That’s a shame,” Laura sighed.

Elizabeth smiled. “What’s there to be ashamed of? My next husband will be more obedient, more handsome, and richer—”

“Seriously, is there anyone more powerful than Alexander?” Laura asked.

Elizabeth picked up a medical record and nodded. “Yes, me.”

She was the Glory M.

Lila called. “So, did you apply for the divorce?”