The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 2472

I finally could no longer endure the grief and indignation in my heart and stood up to leave.

Delia did not stop me this time. Instead, she said, “Now you’ve heard it too. I advise you to quickly divorce him and leave Whaldorf City once your cooling period is over, lest you end up not knowing how you die either when the time comes. Would it not be so unjust then?”

Like a sharp blade, Delia's words pierced my heart.

I said nothing. I just grabbed my bag and left.

Delia's laughter echoed and lingered in the private room for a long time at my distraught appearance.

Deep down, I was already disappointed in Theo. I might have had a glimmer of hope before, but I was now thoroughly disappointed and out of hope.

I did not even know how I got back to the apartment. The children had been sleeping after they were fed in the morning and did not look like they were going to wake up.

My head was muddled the entire day. When Marius came back that night and noted that something was off with me, he asked, “Sis Wan, what's wrong? You don’t look like you’re in a good mood. Did I do something wrong again?”

I was chopping up some vegetables in the kitchen at the moment. The kitchen knife in my hand abruptly went awry when Marius asked me this all of a sudden. Coupled with my distraction, it cut toward my left hand.

“Ah!”

I was taken aback, the pain in my hand eliciting a cry involuntarily. Marius, who was still in the living room, heard my scream. Without even hanging up his coat, he dashed into the kitchen after just throwing it onto the ground.

“What happened? What happened? Sis Wan, are you okay?”

“It’ll be fine after I run it under the tap. You don’t need to be so anxious too. And there’s no need to go to a clinic. Just put the band-aid on and it’s done.”

Nothing went into Marius’ ear even though I said all this lightly. “Why don’t I take you to the clinic and get it looked over? What if it gets infected?”

I said nothing and just shook my head. After ensuring that it was no longer bleeding, I picked up the band-aid and put it on.

“See, it’s fine now. No big deal. It’s just a nick. I’ve recovered from these so many times before.”

I said, not in the least concerned. Cutting my hand was not something unusual ever since I learned how to cook.

Seeing that I was really fine and that I was not faking it, Marius then calmed down. “How did you cut your hand? You looked distracted from the moment I came back just now. Did something happen?”