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Chapter 3
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Linda set her phone down.
So Ivan’s “urgent business” was rushing to stand up for Katherine.
If he wanted to be someone else’s hero, the male lead of someone else’s story, then he should stop making her feel sick.
Linda dialed her lawyer. “Attorney John, regarding the divorce agreement we discussed before, please add one more item: I want to sell all of my shares in ZyTech and use the funds to establish a charity foundation for orphan relief…”
She ended the call.
Expressionless, Linda clenched her phone and left the hospital room.
Twenty–eight days left, Ivan, and we’ll never see each other again.
That night, at the villa.
Ring–Ring-
The shrill sound of the phone rang repeatedly.
Linda sat on the edge of the bed, her head slightly bowed, watching the screen flash with the name “Ivan.” She frowned and silenced the call.
Half an hour later.
With a loud bang, the bedroom door was flung open.
Ivan, covered in dust, rushed in and pulled Linda tightly into his arms.
His eyes were rimmed with red, his hands trembling. Only after confirming over and over
that she was safe did he relax, kneeling on one knee, resting his head on her lap, and sighing deeply.
“Linda, why didn’t you tell me you were discharged? And why didn’t you answer my calls? Do you know how terrified I was when I couldn’t find you?”
The usually affectionate gesture now made Linda’s body tense up.
Sensing her stiffness, Ivan looked up at her in alarm.
“Are you mad? Is it because I wasn’t there with you at the hospital? I know I was wrong.
Once I get through this busy period, I’ll stay with you. Whatever you want as compensation, I’ll agree to it.”
His gaze was sincere, with a hint of hurt. “Promise me, don’t let me lose you again, okay?”
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