A Divorce Make Me Rich

Alistair smacked his lips and drooled while staring at the roast duck.

“Okay!”

Anthony calmly wrapped the roast duck, his tone mixed with indulgence.

Mavis was fed throughout the entire process.

She wanted to do it herself, but the father and son didn’t give her a chance. But surprisingly, it felt quite comfortable not having to do anything for meals.

After having a satisfying meal and drinks, she felt guilty and wanted to go next door to check on Moore. However, the little guy seemed to have guessed her intentions and stopped her directly.

“Mommy, I also prepared green tea. Great-grandmother said that a cup of tea after meal can help remove oil.”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Without giving her any time to react, Alistair had already led her to sit on the nearby small sofa.

As she was sipping tea and feeling the warm sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was a rare and pleasant afternoon.

Remembering something, Mavis set down her teacup and casually said, “On my way to the hospital cafeteria at noon, I saw Bryleigh.”

At the sound, Anthony on the sickbed turned his head and gave her a sidelong glance, which meant he was asking a question.

Mavis continued, “I originally thought she came to visit you since she is your ex-girlfriend after all. It’s only natural for her to visit you in the hospital. But what’s strange is that it seems like she came to visit Moore instead.”

Anthony suddenly frowned and his expression turned serious. “Did you see her in Moore’s ward?” he asked.

“No, it’s just that I smelled the scent that belongs to Bryleigh in Moore’s ward,” she thought for a moment and then shook her head, “It must be my imagination. After all, the two rooms are so close together and she probably came to see you. After all, she has feelings for you, right?”

Anthony’s handsome face was solemn, and he remained silent.

Whether Bryleigh liked him or not, he knew it best in his heart.

That woman only loved money, was materialistic and vain. She only wanted to be with him in the first place because her family was facing a serious financial crisis and she hoped to get help from the Callahan family.

She was warned by him last time and had been behaving herself for a while, not appearing in front of him to cause trouble. How could she suddenly come to the hospital and appear in Moore’s ward?

Anthony was lost in thought, carefully considering the matter at hand. He then picked up his phone from the bedside table and sent a message to Chad.

Mavis looked at him from a distance and saw that he didn’t refute her words. She thought she had hit the nail on the head and Bryleigh was indeed here to visit him.

“The doctor said that Moore is going to have a check-up this afternoon. I’ll go and see him.”

As she was about to get up, a little hand next to her grabbed her arm and Alistair said, “Mommy, can you spend more time with Daddy? I think he is so poor.”

Alistair took the opportunity to please his father.

Mavis’s mouth twitched.

Poor Anthony?

Not really.

With billions of dollars, a life of luxury, no worries about food or clothing, and respected and liked by others, if he were a widower, he would definitely be a hot commodity. There was nothing poor about him.

Mavis didn’t believe that this word could be used to describe Anthony at all.

“My dear Alistair, you can’t use ‘poor’ like that.”

“Oh right. Daddy is fine. Daddy just almost had a heart attack and died. Daddy is okay though! Right Daddy?”

Anthony furrowed his brow tightly and clutched his chest as if suddenly struck by pain too unbearable to bear.

“Don’t pretend.” Mavis ruthlessly exposed him.

“Mommy look! Daddy really hurts! If you don’t care about him and go see Uncle Moore instead, Daddy will hurt even more!”

Alistair tried to reason with her with righteousness but ended up sounding unreasonable himself.

“Why is my Alistair so stubborn?”

“Daddy isn’t an outsider though. Even though Daddy is mean and always bullies me, I have to admit that Daddy is an insider!” The little guy retorted firmly with hands on hips.

Insider? Mavis couldn’t help but laugh out loud at how their precious son could distinguish between “inside” and “outside,” yet not understand the meaning of the words themselves.

Anthony never argued back from beginning to end; his slightly twitching lips indicated that he was listening intently to the amusing conversation between mother and son.

“What are you laughing at, Mommy? Did I say something wrong?” Although he said this with his mouth full of words, there was no hint of regret on his face for saying anything wrong whatsoever.

“Yes yes my precious baby boy! You’re absolutely right.” Mavis hugged him tightly in her arms; she wanted nothing more than to stay with this cute little guy forever without ever leaving him behind.

By the time Moore opened his eyes again, it was pitch black inside the hospital room; outside stars were twinkling brightly in every direction as far as one could see through the windowpane.

The pain of his body and the exhaustion of the examinations caused him to sleep from the afternoon to the evening.

The room was so quiet that he could hear his own breathing, and the VIP room was huge, big and cold, and he was alone.

A strong sense of emptiness swept over his chest.

“Mavis? Are you still here?”

While hospitalized in a foreign land, Moore never felt so lacking in security. Only when Mavis was with him could he feel at ease.

The spacious room, however, received no response from anyone.

She should have left.

Click-

The door was slowly pushed open, and a ray of light from the hallway entered the hospital room. A figure appeared in silhouette against the backlight.

“Mavis, you haven’t left yet?”

Moore widened his eyes and stared straight at the door, filled with anticipation and joy.

The person did not respond yet, but first turned on the lights.

“Mr. Ulsens, it’s me.”

After adjusting to the sudden light, Moore realized that the person standing at the door was not Mavis but his new caregiver.

“Where did Mavis go?”

Moore’s tone cannot hide his disappointment.

“Mrs. Callahan didn’t leave, she’s taking care of Mr. Callahan next door. I have to say, their relationship is really good. I even saw them having a big meal in the hospital room at noon, and Mr. Callahan wouldn’t let Mrs. Callahan touch anything. He personally wrapped the roast duck for her.”

The caregiver was a bit older in age, talkative in nature, and always loved to chat with patients on a daily basis. This was another way of taking care of the patient’s psychological needs.

Moreover, no one had ever explained to him the relationship between these three people. Following the principle of whoever paid was the boss, his flattery naturally fell on Anthony.

However, hi words fell on Moore’s ears and sent a chill through his entire chest.

Did she actually go take care of Anthony?

It seemed that she had been completely brainwashed by that guy and believed that the kidnapping was not done by Anthony.

Wait a minute, next door?

Anthony made such a big move by arranging him in this ward, so close to them on purpose to let him witness their love. It seemed like he had some sinister intentions.

From the beginning when he was seriously injured, to now when Mavis believed in him without discrimination, it was all part of a calculated scheme! Each step was connected like a chain!

He should have thought of it earlier.

Moore’s breathing became increasingly rapid, and he felt an unprecedented sense of shame.

“I’m feeling very unwell. Can you go and call Mavis for me?”