Chapter 2: I Remember You Know the Chief Doctor

Mr. Oscar, "......"

"Speak up if you have something to say."

Sheila Oscar: "Help me spread some rumors. The target is Daniel Faulkner. I want all the news sections tomorrow to be filled with his dirt."

Mr. Oscar was a bit confused. His beloved daughter had disappeared for three years, and apart from the monthly safety videos sent on the 15th of each month, there was no trace of her.

How could she suddenly appear and target this big shot, Daniel Faulkner?

"Is it that Faulkner family in the capital? The world's top streamer?" Mr. Oscar asked tentatively.

"Yes."

"How did he offend you?"

Sheila Oscar's gaze swept over the divorce agreement on the table, her eyes darkening, "Nothing much, just unfaithful to me. I don't want to be whined and gave my husband to another woman obediently. It's just a casual revenge."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Oscar didn't care whether the other party was a big shot or not, his voice instantly raised eight degrees, "!!! Dared to betray my precious daughter? He'll see! Watch me deal with him!"

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds.

When he spoke again, Mr. Oscar's voice softened, "Darling, once you've finished the divorce procedures, come back. Dad is waiting for you at home."

Sheila Oscar suddenly felt a pang in her heart, "Yes."

Her voice was tinged with a hint of crying.

Mr. Oscar heard this, his daughter was crying because of the scum man, immediately changed the subject to comfort her, "In life, we always have to hit the south wall. As long as it's your decision, the Oscar family will support you."

"If you want to break Daniel Faulkner's legs, Dad will pass you the stick."

"If you want to stab Daniel Faulkner, Dad will pass you the knife."

Every word was full of protection and bias.

Sheila Oscar's heart softened, inexplicable sadness continued to wash over her eyes, she lifted her eyes to stop the tears from falling, her voice very soft, "Dad, I'm really stupid."

For a man who has another woman in his heart, she hid her identity for three years, and ended up with such an outcome.

It's just...

So ridiculous!

"It's okay, Dad doesn't blame you. Let me know before you come back."

After hanging up the phone, Sheila Oscar calmed down for a while, then threw her phone away, glanced at the divorce agreement, and locked it in the drawer.

Daniel Faulkner, she loved him.

And will stop at having loved him.

Taking the credit card left by Daniel Faulkner, Sheila Oscar prepared to indulge in some revenge shopping.

But she didn't expect that when she opened the door, Daniel Faulkner would be standing there.

Seeing her, a flash of light flickered in the man's eyes.

Looking at her, he hesitated, then said softly, "Thirty million, help me with something." This is a situation that has never happened before.

But...

"All your money now is mine. You're asking me for help with my own money?"

Daniel Faulkner suppressed his anger: "I still have pre-marital assets!"

"Oh, okay. But, for such a high price, what do you want me to do?" Sheila Oscar's brows furrowed, sensing that it wasn't going to be good.

Daniel Faulkner: "I remember you know the Chief Doctor?"

At first, Sheila Oscar deliberately erased her identity, and all outsiders thought she was an orphan. The main reason why the Faulkner family forced Daniel Faulkner to marry her was because Sheila Oscar had once invited the elusive Chief Doctor to save the then critically ill The Grandma.

Thinking of something, Sheila Oscar asked: "Who do you want the Chief Doctor to save?"

"Dorothy."

As soon as this name came out, Sheila Oscar replied without hesitation: "Oh, the Chief Doctor is dead."

"Dead?" Daniel Faulkner obviously didn't expect to get this answer, and the crease between his eyebrows deepened. "When did this happen?"

Sheila Oscar stared at him, answering seriously, "Today."

At the moment when Daniel Faulkner proposed divorce to her.

A vein on Daniel Faulkner's forehead suddenly burst.

"Sheila Oscar, what are you doing?!"

Is he really dead, or just doesn't want to help?!

Ignoring Daniel Faulkner's anger, Sheila Oscar fiddled with her phone for a while, then handed it over, "Here, the Chief Doctor's obituary."

On the phone screen, black words on white paper told the story of life's sorrowful passing.

Daniel Faulkner's brows knitted tightly together, scanning the phone screen for a few seconds before preparing to leave.

He still needed to investigate the authenticity of the obituary.

Looking at his towering back as he turned around, Sheila Oscar suddenly didn't want to feel wronged anymore, "Daniel Faulkner."

She called him, "Remember to transfer all the cards under your name to my name."