Chapter 4

I rushed to my father's side.

Finding no pulse, I jumped onto the gurney and began performing CPR.

Maria ran to get a doctor.

Perhaps the doctors still had a shred of conscience left.

Or perhaps they realized that having a patient die right at their doorstep would cause a massive PR nightmare.

Two doctors quickly ran over and managed to resuscitate my dad.

After they stabilized him, one of the doctors pulled me aside and whispered that even though he was brought back, if he wasn't admitted immediately, he wouldn't survive another eight hours.

I knew exactly what I had to do. I left my dad with Maria and went to find Chloe.

She was with Tyler. She was sitting on his lap, feeding him grapes.

I slammed the divorce papers onto the coffee table in front of her.

"Chloe, I'll sign."

Chloe glanced at me, suddenly looking tense as she stood up. "Ethan… have you been crying?"

I spat at her, "Cut the act. Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

Chloe frowned but said nothing. She picked up the pen and signed her name.

Once she was done, she looked at me. "Ethan, we can still be friends. Once your dad… once your dad is discharged, I can still put on a show with you if you need to keep him happy."

"Save it. I'd rather die than be friends with a piece of trash like you." I leaned down, signed the papers, and threw them in her face. "We are done. Now get my dad into a hospital!"

Chloe turned to Tyler. "Tyler, call the hospital."

To my shock, Tyler just smirked. "Who said divorcing him meant I'd let his dad get treated?"

I froze. "You just promised me…"

"She promised you, not me." Tyler stood up and tapped my cheek mockingly. "Ethan Miller, aren't you supposed to be this big, badass lawyer? How come you can't even handle a simple thing like this?"

I stared at Tyler with pure hatred. "What do you want to let my father go?"

Tyler chuckled. "Simple. Strip naked, go out onto the street, kneel, and beg. Shout out loud that you are a shameless piece of trash who seduces married women. Do that a hundred times, and I'll let your dad have a bed."

The air in the room froze.

Chloe looked like she wanted to say something, but Tyler silenced her with a single glare.

I took a deep breath.

"Fine."

The smirk on Tyler's face widened. "Wow, Ethan. You really are a dutiful son."

While he was basking in his triumph,

I suddenly grabbed the fruit knife from the coffee table, lunged forward, and grabbed Chloe. The cold blade was instantly pressed against her carotid artery.

Tyler panicked instantly.

"Ethan, you're crazy!"