Chapter 2 Uncle Rowan

"Loraine, stop joking! Weren't you the one who shamelessly insisted on marrying Marco? Do you seriously want to divorce him? You're only using the divorce as an excuse to escape the blame," Marina sneered, looking at Loraine mockingly.

With coldness in her eyes, Loraine said, "I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I escape? And you want me to use my kidney to compensate Keely? Fine! But I want to see first how bad her injury is."

Loraine's heart was filled with rage. Her anger gave her the strength to struggle to break free from the bodyguards. Then she rushed out of the ward and ran towards the operating room.

She pushed the door open and broke in.

Keely was lying on the operating table. And except for her pale face, she was sober and looked fine. She didn't seem to have any health problems at all.

Loraine turned to Marco, who chased after her, and sneered, "You want my kidney because of this kind of injury?"

When Marco saw the scene in the operating room, his brows furrowed tightly.

Keely saw that her situation was getting worse, so she said weakly with tears in her eyes, "Marco, why is she here? I'm scared..."

Marco felt sorry for her. He didn't have time to think too much, so he just reached out to stop Loraine and said, "Loraine, that's enough."

But Loraine didn't want to hear any words from him anymore. She brushed past Marco, walked to the operating table, and slapped Keely hard.

Slap!

The crisp slap sound echoed in the operating room.

Keely's face turned red and swollen at once. And before she could react, Loraine lifted her surgical gown and tore off the gauze around her waist.

Then a tiny wound was exposed. It wasn't bleeding, and it was scabbed.

Marco's face darkened, and he frowned even more.

Loraine sneered, "Does this tiny cut deserve my kidney as compensation? Keely, I must praise you for coming up with such a good plan."

"What the hell is this?" Marco questioned coldly.

Keely's face turned pale. She explained in a panic, "I... I don't know. Loraine stabbed me, and I passed out. Not long after I woke up, she pushed me off my wheelchair, and I was brought by the doctor here. What do you mean Loraine has to compensate me with her kidney? The doctor must have made a wrong diagnosis."

"What a coincidence! The doctor made a wrong diagnosis? If I didn't expose your trick, I would have been lying on the operating table with my stomach cut open," Loraine said sarcastically.

"She's talking nonsense!" Keely panicked even more. "Marco, don't believe her. It was Loraine who stabbed me with a knife and pushed me to the floor."

Marco looked at Keely meaningfully, which made Keely tremble in fear. Then he turned to Loraine and said, "I will find out the truth and give you an explanation. I will compensate you for this."

Loraine looked at the man she once loved deeply. She no longer felt anything.

When she was looking forward to something, he never gave her anything, not even a little bit. Now his so-called compensation was no different from trash to her.

Loraine sneered, "No need. All I want is divorce."

Marco looked at her in shock. He felt like he didn't know her anymore.

For three years, this was the first time he was looking his wife in the eye.

But Loraine didn't care anymore. She turned around and left without looking back.

While walking out of the hospital, Loraine swayed and was about to fall in the cold wind. She was still suffering from fever, and her counterattack just now pushed her to her limit. She had used up all her strength.

Her three years of marriage into a rich family had only left her with so many nightmares.

She smiled bitterly, took out her phone, and made a call.

Soon, a black Lincoln stopped in front of Loraine, and a handsome man in a suit got out of the car.

The moment Loraine saw him, she suddenly felt so weak that she couldn't hold on any longer and fell backward.

The man strode over and caught her waist before she hit the ground. He picked her up with his arms.

Loraine murmured weakly, "Uncle Rowan..." Then everything around her turned pitch-black.