CHAPTER 04

Livienne was sitting in the back of the SUV, still wearing the dress from Regan's birthday, but something felt missing.

Her fingers kept rubbing the spot where the wedding ring was supposed to be. For three years, she had worn it every day. But more than the ring, something else felt vacant.

“Should I take you home, Miss?” Alfred, who was in the driver seat, asked.

He was a curly-haired guy wearing a suit and glasses. But he also had a blade earring on his right ear.

“No, there’s something I need to confirm,” Livienne said, her eyes narrowing a bit. “Take me to this address first.”

Alfred drove to where she wanted to go.

To his surprise, it was a multispeciality hospital with ten floors.

“Why are we here?” Alfred asked. “Is something wrong with your health?”

“Just stay here. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Livienne said and then entered the hospital on her own.

Alfred was confused. “After divorce, she came straight to the hospital. It’s not what I’m thinking, right? Abortion is a bit… No, what am I thinking? Miss Livienne’s expression was serious right now. She didn’t come here for a simple reason. Someone in that hospital is going to regret it.”

On the sixth floor, where the Obstetrics and Gynecology department was situated.

After asking about a particular doctor, Livienne went straight to the semi-ICU.

The guards outside didn’t let her in because she did not have an entry token. “Only the staff or those related to the patients can enter.”

She showed them her medical card and said, “If you don’t let me in now, you’ll lose your jobs.”

Their instincts told them to listen to her, and they moved away.

Livienne then met the lady doctor who was giving a lecture to her interns around a patient’s bed.

“Doctor Jennifer,” Livienne walked right through the students and met her. “Do you have a minute?”

Jennifer remembered her. “Yes. Let’s go to my room.”

Livienne quietly followed her.

Once they went to the room, Jennifer pulled the curtains of the windows. “You are Mr. Regan’s wife, right? What brought you here at this hour? Is there any emergency?”

“I just want you to answer me one thing honestly,” Livienne said, her eyes growing sharper. “I’ve undergone surgeries twice in the past two and half years, and both times, the surgeries did not give me good results. I want to know if my mother-in-law has anything to do with that or not.”

Jennifer’s expression changed. She forced out a smile and said, “Are you doubting my honor, Mrs. Cross? Did you even tell Mr. Regan that you came here?” “She grabbed her mobile.

Livienne’s gaze sharpened greatly. “You know me as Regan’s wife,” she said quietly. “But before I became Livienne Cross, I was someone else.”

Jennifer frowned.

When the next words came out of Livienne’s mouth, all color drained from Jennifer's face.

Her phone slipped from her fingers and struck the floor. She stood so quickly that her chair scraped backward. “M-Miss Penn…” She quickly lowered her spine. “Please forgive me. I didn’t do it because I wanted to. Evelyn Cross threatened me that I’d lose my job if I didn’t do as she says.”

“What exactly did Evelyn Cross tell you to do?” Livienne asked. “Did she tell you to sabotage the surgeries?”

“No,” Jennifer kept her head lowered. “She didn't ask me to ruin the surgeries. The surgeries themselves were successful, but..”

Livienne's eyes narrow. “Then what did she ask?”

“S-She… she told me to make sure you never recover completely.”

Livienne’s jaw hardened after hearing that. “What?”

Jennifer then explained that Evelyn pressured her to alter the treatment plan, delay certain procedures, withhold information about alternative treatments, and recommend procedures that had poor odds. “It wasn’t the surgeries that failed, but the process quality that led to the failure of your recovery. Just one additional tablet that you’re taking is halting your recovery process.”

Livienne’s gut twisted. “So that’s why I still suffer from severe pain during every period.”

She knew that her mother-in-law never liked her, but she didn’t think Evelyn would go to such great lengths to ruin Livienne.

“To be honest, your condition is not as severe as you think,” Jennifer added softly. “With right treatment, you can recover completely in a couple of months. I will-”

Livienne got up from the seat and stared coldly at Jennifer. “As much as I want to have your license removed, I want to give you a chance. From now on, for the next ten years, you will spend half of your salary for taking care of sick patients, without revealing it to the public. I’ll be watching you, so if you fail to do it even with one month’s salary, then you will not just lose your license… but everything.”

“I-I will do as you say, ma’am,” Jennifer was in tears.

“Send me an email detailing everything about my condition,” Livienne said. “I’ll get treated at a different hospital.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am. I’ll send it ASAP.”

Livienne then came out of the hospital, feeling anger boiling in her chest.

Alfred opened the door for her.

She got in.

Alfred drove away at a steady pace. He wanted to ask her why she went to the hospital, but he couldn’t because she looked upset.

“Alfred, do you think I can bring Evelyn Cross to her knees?” Livienne asked.

Alfred was not expecting that. “The Cross family have deep connections in both the business and the political world. They aren’t easy opponents. Reaching to an agreement may be possible, but bringing the Lady of the Cross family to her knees? That’s kind of impossible.”

Livienne’s gaze remained heavy. “How can you decide something is impossible without even trying?”

Alfred looked at her through the rearview mirror. “What are you planning, Miss?”

Livienne looked out at the city disappearing behind them. “Nothing yet. First, I'm going to find out how much my mother-in-law took from me. Then I'll make her pay.”