Chapter 4

Connor stared at the document in front of him, his expression extremely ugly. After a long while, he looked at me with a cold laugh.

"Threatening me?"

I smiled bitterly.

"If that's what you think, then sure."

He looked at me, dangerously narrowing his eyes, his tone somewhere between threatening and pressuring.

"I'll ask you one last time. You really want to divorce me?"

I nodded without hesitation.

Seeing this, the watching friends exchanged glances and couldn't help but try to persuade me, but my attitude showed no sign of yielding.

Connor had never lost face like this before. He immediately signed his name on the divorce agreement like it was spite, looked at me coldly, and said through gritted teeth:

"Clara, you've got guts. Don't come crying back to me!"

I ignored him, took the agreement, and turned to leave.

Not long after I walked out, their conversation reached my ears again.

This time Connor's friends were betting on how long it would take before I came back to him and begged.

Everyone chimed in, getting more excited. Finally, Connor concluded:

"Stop guessing. Three days at most. She'll definitely come crying back begging me not to divorce."

Hearing this, I curved my lips in mockery.

I was afraid he would be disappointed this time.

Not only would I not go to him with my head down, I would make him lose all face!

I tolerated him before only because I liked him, but now, there was no need to endure anymore.

So after getting home, I immediately contacted the media, extracted surveillance footage of Connor messing around with numerous mistresses from our home security system, and posted it online.

The most explosive footage was undoubtedly him and Yvette.

I copied his approach exactly, letting this news hang on trending for a full day and night.

Public opinion completely reversed. This time, they became the targets of everyone's condemnation.

During this time, Connor kept calling, but I hung up every single time without exception.

See? The knife only hurts when it cuts your own flesh.

They should also experience what it feels like to be condemned by everyone.

But what I didn't expect was that a few days later, the hospital called.

"This is bad, Luna Clara. Your mother's condition suddenly relapsed. She needs surgery immediately!"

My mother had been poisoned by wolfsbane years ago. Though the poison was later cured, it left her body damaged. She'd been bedridden for years. Three months ago she had just finished surgery and her health had slightly improved. I never expected something to happen at this critical moment.

Even more unfortunately, my father wasn't around. He had recently gone abroad to handle business matters and couldn't return anytime soon.

When I rushed to the hospital, the doctor explained the situation to me.

"Luna Clara, the lesion has begun to spread. This surgery requires extreme precision, but your mother's previous attending physician went abroad to study half a month ago. It seems only his student, Dr. Yvette, can try. The situation is urgent. You need to decide quickly."

Hearing this, I felt like I'd been hit with a club. But right now, compared to my mother's life, what was my dignity worth?

Before I could find her, Yvette came to find me first.

Connor stood beside her. When they saw me, neither looked pleased.

After I explained the situation.

Yvette said:

"Clara, the stunt you pulled online almost cost me my job. Now you want me to help you. Shouldn't you apologize first?"

I said, "What do you want me to do?"

Yvette glanced at me and said with undisguised malice: "Unless you kneel down and beg me now, I might consider it."

Hearing this, my eyes widened and I instinctively looked at Connor standing beside her.

But Connor said: "When you're asking someone for help, you should have the right attitude. Whether to save your mother or not is up to you."

With these words, the hope in my heart completely shattered.

For my mother's sake, I could only throw my dignity on the ground for others to trample.

The moment my knees hit the ground, I heard Yvette's undisguised mocking laughter.

A moment later, my mother was sent into the operating room. After an agonizing wait, the light finally went out.

Yvette walked out with two nurses.

I rushed forward to ask about the situation, but she shook her head and said: "I did my best, but your mother's fate was sealed. There was nothing I could do."

A nearby nurse whispered: "That's not true. If you hadn't... if you hadn't been distracted during the surgery, the patient wouldn't have..."

She couldn't continue.

Hearing this, my mind went completely blank. When I came to my senses, my hand had already landed heavily across Yvette's face.

"You did it on purpose! Yvette! You did it on purpose, didn't you!"

Seeing me like this, a flash of heartache crossed Connor's eyes. He reached out his hand toward me, about to say something, but when Yvette started crying, he changed his tune.

"Clara, no surgery is one hundred percent successful. Yvette is a doctor. Why make her sound so terrible?"

"Your mother had been ill for a long time. This might be a relief for her. You should thank Yvette, not be so aggressive like this."

In this moment, my heart completely died.

Over the next half month, I handled my mother's funeral and completely bid farewell to this disgusting place.

The moment I boarded the plane.

An explosive news story appeared on the homepage.

[Alliance Between Ironpaw Pack and Dubois Pack Terminated, May Form Alliance with Ashclaw Pack Instead!]

At the same time, Connor was awakened from his sleep by an urgent phone call!