All Chapters of Divorce Finally Made Him Break: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As my blood filled one bag, beads of cold sweat broke out across my forehead. I felt so dizzy and nauseated that the ceiling lights blurred into glowing spots.The doctor noticed something was wrong and said to Timothy, "Mr. Grant, Ms. York is in danger. If we keep drawing blood like this, I'm afraid…"Timothy frowned at the bag of blood. "Is this enough for my daughter?""Well…" The doctor sighed. "There's only 200cc here. Your daughter needs at least 600cc today."I slumped against the recliner. Without Timothy's order, the doctor didn't dare remove the needle from my arm. Everything in front of me seemed to fade. My vision narrowed to the sharp outline of Timothy's face beneath the harsh white light and his increasingly cold eyes.The doctor asked cautiously, "Should we… keep going, Mr. Grant?""Do it," Timothy said tersely. His words were calm but also as ruthless as a knife slicing through my jugular. He showed no hesitation or mercy.Warm blood kept flowing out of me, leav

Yasmin was completely caught off guard. I had her by her long hair, and she couldn't break free."Let go of me, you bitch!" she cursed and struggled.She pulled back so hard that I was dragged off the bed because I refused to let go of her. I crashed to the floor, and pain shot through my foot.Just then, Timothy returned.In an instant, Yasmin switched to playing the victim, crying, "Ms. York, please stop! I know I was wrong…"He rushed over and shoved me aside, pulling Yasmin into his arms. He checked her worriedly for any injuries.I hid a tuft of Yasmin's hair behind my back and sat there on the floor, too shaken and battered to even stand up. Timothy hadn't held back when he pushed me aside, and my head was ringing from the blow.After making sure Yasmin was fine, he glared at me and snapped, "Have you lost your mind?""Did you know that the woman in your arm has two sides to her?" I rolled up the sleeve of my hospital gown to show him the cluster of needle marks Yasmin ha

Faced with Terence's question, I snapped, "It's none of your business. I'm here to see Dr. Pearson.""He's busy. There are several patients in there." Terence held onto me and gestured toward the room. As expected, over ten patients were waiting inside.I handed Enzo's badge to a nurse at the clinic door and turned to leave.Just then, someone else stepped out of the room and called out to me gently. "Josie?""Gloria?" I was surprised to see that Terence's mother, Gloria McCoy, was back.Years ago, when Timothy's father, Stanley Grant, had tried to divorce Harriett, Timothy's grandfather, Philip Grant, had refused. Ultimately, Stanley relinquished his inheritance rights and promised Mr. Grant Senior that he would stay abroad permanently and never return to Chrymea.That way, Terence wouldn't be at risk of competing with Timothy for the family fortune. Only then did the divorce go through. But in reality, Stanley had stopped coming home long before that and had been living with Gl

Timothy half-leaned against my bed as he gently touched my forehead. He asked, "Do you feel better now?"I looked at him, fighting back the urge to cry. At this moment, his face finally overlapped with the last one in my dream. He was no longer the Timothy I had once known.Maybe he noticed the unshed tears in my eyes, because he said softly, "I know that this has been hard on you. I'll tell Daphne that you saved her."I curled my lip disdainfully. "Does it matter?"He fixed his eyes on mine and said, "It does."I couldn't understand why. I had risked my life multiple times and teetered on the edge of death to give her my blood. All I had gotten in return was a simple "thank you".It turned out that I thought too highly of Daphne, who was, ultimately, Timothy and Yasmin's daughter. The blood I had given her over the past few days wasn't even worth a thank you from her.When Yasmin heard that I had woken up, she brought Daphne to my hospital room. Timothy had already released me

Ruby couldn't help but smile at that thought. She said, "Once you get divorced, we'll post the DNA test results and those high-res photos of Timothy and Yasmin online. I'd love to see if Yasmin still has the nerve to flaunt her life on Instagram every day!"She didn't waste any time, wanting to get the paternity test done as soon as possible. She turned to me and said, "I'll head straight to the lab to get this sorted out. I'll come see you tomorrow."After she left, I went to the bathroom, wrapped my foot in plastic, and carefully took a shower. Then, I sat at my desk and turned on my laptop.Since my foot had yet to heal, my company's HR team told me that I could take another month of medical leave. But I was still on probation, and it didn't feel right to be away for so long. So, I called Christine and told her that I could handle some work from home.She was a workaholic, and she soon sent me everything I needed to do by email. But when I checked my inbox, I saw something else—