A Divorce Make Me Rich

She woke up with a start, feeling extremely grateful that Lyra didn’t die this time, or she and Keith would never have been able to be together again.

She sat down weak and limp, contemplating how she should undo what she had done before.

After some thought, she picked up her phone and made a phone call to Keith.

The waiting time became extraordinarily long as a busy signal kept coming from the receiver.

“What is it?”

Keith’s impatient voice rang out, “I’ll hang up if there’s nothing else.”

“Wait! Keith, I really need to talk to you!” Irene gripped the phone tightly, afraid that he would cut off the phone in the next second.

“If you want me to persuade Mr. Frazier to release you from your confinement, that’s a no-brainer. The marriage contract is something I’m still considering.”

“No, I’m trying to find Lyra. I don’t have her contact information … can you put her on the phone?” Irene’s voice became smaller and smaller at the end of her sentence.

“You’re looking for her? I advise you to stop disturbing Lyra. I won’t let you get the chance to hurt her.” Keith warned in a low voice.

“No, I’m here to apologize to her,” Irene bit her lip, “Please give her the phone. Keith, I’m begging you.”

“Apologize?”

Keith was even more surprised, forgiving that she was far away in Suham and confined. She should not be able to do anything, so he reluctantly agreed to her request.

He knocked gently on the door of the makeshift operating room, opened it slightly, and waved at Lyra in the room.

Lyra glanced at Micah, who was still focused on the procedure, and tiptoed out.

“What’s wrong?”

Keith handed her his cell phone, “Irene is looking for you.”

“Looking for me?”

Lyra took his phone suspiciously and glanced at the screen again, “What? You’re back home, and you’re still trying to call to give me a hard time?”

“No, I’m here to apologize to you.”

Irene’s voice was devoid of the arrogance and dominance, but as a celebrity, it was impossible for her to completely bow down.

“For what happened before, I am wrong. Please accept my apology to you. As long as you don’t get in the way of Keith and I being together in the future, I’m willing to live in harmony with you.”

Lyra did not speak.

It seemed that she knew her true identity?

Seeing no sound from her side, Irene felt a little weak and continued, “To show my sincerity. About Abigail, I’ll consider it a gift to you.”

“Give me a gift?”

Lyra laughed, “Well then, I’ll see.”

Irene was not angry when Lyra hung up, and then another phone call.

Almost instantly, the call was answered by Charlotte at the hospital.

“Well, did you find Abigail?”

“There’s no need to look for her because, she’s already dead.” Irene said indifferently.

“Really?” Charlotte sounded elated, “Are you sure? The person was at Keith’s villa, right? Did the person you sent to kill her yourself? She …”

Irene interrupted her question, “Well, you don’t need to know that much. It’s enough for you to be clear that she’s dead. I’m just calling to inform you that our cooperation is over.”

Charlotte didn’t expect her decision to be so quick at all and stared in shock.

“Why? Just because Lyra and Abigail are dead?”

“That’s right. Because of this matter, Keith wants to withdraw from my marriage, and my parents already know about it.” Irene’s voice tone rose a few degrees, “I am having a very hard time protecting myself, and I have no time to talk to you about cooperation. The two women who threatened you the most are dead anyway, and you, the heir of the Matthews Group, have a brighter future.”

“But …”

“There’s no but. That’s all.” Irene interrupted her impatiently and hung up the phone directly.

Charlotte was about to say something else when she got a busy signal in response.

She looked at the call log on her phone in a daze. She was happy and a little puzzled at the same time.

Although solving the two people she hated the most certainly deserved her joy.

But Irene’s perverse attitude today had to make her suspicious again.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

She felt that Irene was much stranger than usual tonight, but she couldn’t say exactly what was strange.

Forgot it. Since she can’t figure it out, she won’t think about it for a while. She tossed the phone aside and lay down on the bed.

She tried to put these doubts out of her mind, but what Irene had said was so ingrained in her mind that it wouldn’t go away for a long time.

The more Charlotte thought about it, the more distracted she became. She simply sat up, looking up at the ceiling.

Something was off about Irene tonight, and it made her suspicious of her former partner.

The two originally came together because of their respective interests. How much they trusted each other, she was afraid only they themselves were clear.

“Yo, it looks like you’re recovering quite well!”

Katelyn walked in with a maid, saw her sitting on the bed and frowned in disgust, “Hurry up and eat. Don’t pretend to be mature.”

Charlotte had never been used to eating the meals provided by the hospital.

Even with the VIP set, she threw it aside in disgust after two bites, so she kept asking the Matthews family to bring her food.

Katelyn had been known to make snide remarks about her, both explicitly and implicitly.

Charlotte took the meal from the maid, and the sight of Katelyn reminded her of Abigail, who had died, and made her feel extraordinarily good.

“Yeah, I’m recovering fast, which is a good thing for the Matthews family. After all, I’m the heir to the Matthews family. What would happen to the Matthews family if something happened to me?”

As she stirred her fruit and vegetable salad, she raised her head and looked askance at Katelyn.

Katelyn unceremoniously rolled her eyes and said contemptuously: “Mistress is really bitchy, and you can’t get rid of them for the rest of your life. Even if you are in a high position now, so what? What is not yours is not yours after all.”

With that, Katelyn looked away, not even bothering to look at her, lest she gave herself a hard time.

She looked at Katelyn, who looked as usual, and muttered in her mind.

Abigail disappeared for no reason and there was actually no anxiety in Katelyn’s face?

There was something that didn’t always feel right.

Thinking of this, she gave Katelyn a cold look, “I am only injured and will be discharged soon, but your child is more pitiful. After all, she leaves this world forever.”

With the posture of a victor, she watched with glee as the expression on Katelyn’s face gradually changed from calm to panic.

“What did you say?!”

Katelyn walked towards her and grabbed her by the hospital gown, “Tell me clearly, what’s wrong with my daughter?”

“Do you have a problem with your ears?” Charlotte slapped her hand away in disgust, “I said, your daughter, she will never be in this world because Abigail she, is dead!”

“Impossible! It’s a fake! You’re lying! My daughter is alive and well. How could she die! It’s all because you’re lying to me. You’re jealous of her, so you’re cursing her!”

Katelyn was so emotional and angry that her fingers were trembling as she pointed at her.