Chapter 3

Ava had chased into the ward and hurried over.

"Rupert, Brooklyn's just joking with you."

"I'm not joking. I'm completely serious."

I said nothing. I just looked calmly at Brooklyn.

"My hands can't move. I can't see what the agreement says."

"Useless. Can't even hold a piece of paper."

Brooklyn cursed, but she stepped forward, picked up the agreement, and read it aloud to me.

When she got to the part about the entire insurance settlement going to her.

Before I could say anything.

Ava couldn't help but ask, "Brooklyn, you want to divorce Rupert and take all the money too?"

"He still has to stay in the hospital, still needs treatment, still needs—"

Brooklyn cut her off impatiently.

"I'm divorcing him. As a man, shouldn't he compensate me?"

"I'm only taking a few hundred thousand from him. It's not like I'm taking his life."

"This is only what a man owes me."

"As for treatment..."

Brooklyn's eyes were cold as she looked me up and down.

A sneer curled at her lips. "Honestly, in the state he's in now, is there even any point in treating him?"

"You—"

Ava was shaking all over with anger.

Brooklyn shrugged. "What? I asked you to look after him for a few days."

"And you've already developed feelings for each other?"

Ava's face went dark.

"Don't talk nonsense. I was only trying to help. How can you accuse me like that?"

"It doesn't matter."

"If you like him, take him."

"But let me warn you."

"He's crippled for the rest of his life."

"If you really end up with him."

"You'll regret it."

Having said that, Brooklyn didn't wait for Ava to answer.

She pulled a prepared ink pad out of her bag.

"Your hand can't move, so you can only use a fingerprint signature."

"Let me press it for you."

She grabbed my fingers and coated them in the ink.

Then she stamped my fingerprint onto the agreement.

Seeing her plan succeed.

Brooklyn happily tucked the agreement into her bag.

Then she shot me and Ava a glance.

"Don't contact me again."

"Whether he lives or dies is none of my business."

Before she left.

She smiled and patted Ava on the shoulder.

"My dear best friend, you're so worried about Rupert Simmons."

"His crippled life is in your hands now."

"I wish you both happiness."

Just as she was about to step out of the ward.

I asked her, "Did you plan to divorce me all along?"