《You Left Me for Your Secretary, so Why Are You Begging at My Wedding?》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

That evening, Michael finally returned to the villa. The moment he stepped through the door, he saw Kimberly sitting rigidly on the sofa, her face dark and stormy.He paused mid-step as he changed his shoes, already guessing that her talk with Liz had gone badly.Sure enough, as soon as he sat down, Kimberly snapped, “Liz refused to drop the lawsuit. I argued with her, and I didn’t even give her the bank card. You can take it yourself.”Michael glanced at the card on the table, his voice low. “The company’s swamped. I don’t have time. You can go again tomorrow. If she still won’t agree, we’ll deal with it then.”Kimberly let out a bitter laugh. “I’m not going. Why should I be the one humiliating myself while she freezes me out? And you—always busy, always buried in work. When has the company ever not been busy? Maybe when it finally collapses, you’ll have all the free time you want.”“Shut up!” Michael snapped, his face red with anger. “All you do is shop and complain. If the comp

Seeing that someone inside had finally responded, Liz kept her tone calm. “The moment he pulled out that knife, he already broke the law. If things get worse, it could even become a criminal offense. There are many ways to resolve this. Resorting to something this extreme is not the answer.”Her words fell into silence again. For a long moment, there was nothing. Then the same voice spoke once more, sharper this time. “How do we even know you’re really a lawyer? And how do we know you’re here to help us and not siding with that doctor?”Liz paused, then replied evenly, “Plenty of people saw him storm into the office with that knife. The police have already been called. If you don’t talk him down now, it will be too late by the time they arrive. He’s your family. Think about that.”She didn’t add anything more. If they were determined to go down this path, there was little she could do. Even then, she felt a tightness in her chest. Inside that office, William was sitting across f

William lifted a brow. “People tell me that a lot.”Liz stared at him, speechless. The way he said it almost sounded like he was proud of it.He caught the look on her face, and a flicker of amusement crossed his eyes, gone so quickly she didn’t notice.“Dr. Sanders,” Liz said, steadying her voice, “when I spoke with that family, I learned they came all the way from a small town just to get an appointment with you. They spent everything they had to be here. They don’t have the money to transfer hospitals, and they don’t trust anyone else to do the surgery. That’s why the husband lost control and pulled a knife.”She drew in a breath, her tone softening. “I don’t think they’re bad people. They just didn’t understand how dangerous it was to eat before anesthesia. If they’d known, they never would have done it. If they came to you with a sincere apology, would you give the patient another chance?”His answer was immediate. “No.”Liz frowned. “Are your principles really so important?

Mrs. Smith Sr. didn’t want Liz to work herself so hard. She wished Liz could be like the other girls in the Smith family—carefree, never needing to worry about making a living, free to do whatever she liked and simply be happy. But she also knew that no matter how much money she gave her, Liz would never stop working. The lack of parental love in her childhood had left a wound that nothing could fill as an adult.“Just don’t push yourself too hard,” Mrs. Smith Sr. said softly. “You need balance. Earning money matters, but so does taking care of your health.”Liz nodded. “I know, Grandma.”Before the moment could linger, the door to the hospital room swung open.Both women turned their heads as Michael strode in, his face dark. Liz’s expression didn’t shift. She stood calmly and said, “Grandma, I’ll go check what we’re having for lunch.”“Alright,” Mrs. Smith Sr. replied.But before Liz could step toward the kitchen, Michael’s voice cut in, sharp with irritation. “Wait. I have s

Liz opened her messages and scrolled through. Two of the listings caught her eye—the décor was exactly her style. She forwarded them to the agent and told him she liked both.He replied right away, asking if she was free that evening. If so, he could take her to see the apartments in person. They agreed on seven o’clock.After setting her phone aside, Liz went to the kitchen to start lunch. By late afternoon, Mrs. Wood arrived to take over at the hospital, and Liz packed up her things to leave.“Don’t forget to start organizing your stuff,” Mrs. Smith Sr. reminded her before she left. “If you don’t have time, I’ll send a couple of the house staff to help.”Liz shook her head immediately. “No need. I’ll do it myself in the next couple of days.”She never liked anyone else going through her belongings. Besides, she only planned to stay at the family estate for a short while. There was no need to move her whole life back in and then have to pack it all again later.“Alright. Just dr