Chapter 42
Anathea and Gregory had never exchanged the wedding rings that symbolized eternity. Perhaps, from the very beginning, their marriage had been doomed to fail. She’d been the only one unwilling to let go, stubbornly dragging it out for five long years.
But thankfully, she’d finally come to her senses. That was the only thought on her mind now. Her gaze rested on the ring, calm
and indifferent.
However, Gregory assumed she was scheming to sell the ring again. He warned coldly, “If you dare sell it for a bit of petty cash
again, there will be consequences to bear.”
He couldn’t believe that she’d sold it for only eight million dollars.
Anathea remained silent. Truthfully, she had considered it. Selling the ring again would get her enough to cover Fiona’s surgery
expenses.
Unfortunately, before the thought could fully take root, Gregory had already crushed it. Besides, after experiencing his fury once,
she wasn’t foolish enough to test him a second time.
She sighed inwardly. It seemed she would have to find another way to come up with the remaining three million.
Still, now that Gregory had agreed to let the Jacobson family and the studio go, she could start raising funds again. That thought
alone sparked a faint glimmer of hope within her.
“If there’s nothing else, you can leave,” Gregory said without a second glance, settling back into his chair and flipping through
the stack of documents.
Anathea took the hint. Without another word, she turned and walked toward the office door. But the moment she opened it, she
was met with Martin rushing in. If she hadn’t moved aside, they would have collided.
Yet, Martin had no time to apologize. His urgency was palpable as he strode straight into the office. “Mr. Sinclair, bad news. Ms.
Whitman has fallen and injured her leg.”
“What?” Gregory frowned and stood up immediately.
Anathea was just as startled. Before she could fully process what was happening, Gregory had already brushed past her, striding
out of the office.
For the first time, the ever–indifferent Gregory wore an expression of genuine concern. It was because he’d just heard that Natalie had injured her leg.
Anathea smirked. She carefully adjusted her clothing, making sure nothing was out of place. The last thing she wanted was for anyone outside to cast suspicious glances, speculating about what had happened in Gregory’s office.
In fact, her worries were unnecessary. As she stepped out, she spotted Gregory rushing away with Natalie, who was pale, in his
arms.
All eyes in the office had already shifted toward them.
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“I heard that Ms. Whitman and Mr. Sinclair have quite a close relationship. Seeing how anxious he is now, that must be true.”
“Of course! She was given a director–level position the moment she joined the company, and she always arrives and leaves with Mr. Sinclair. It’s impossible that nothing is going on between them.”
“Not to mention, last time Mr. Sinclair went on a business trip, he only brought Ms. Whitman along. And that place? It’s a well-
known couples‘ vacation resort. He must’ve just been using it as an excuse to take her on a romantic getaway.”
“Ugh, I’m so jealous! Ms. Whitman is so lucky to have met a man like Mr. Sinclair, who’s rich, powerful, and insanely good-
looking.”
Without hesitation, Anathea walked away calmly, unbothered by the envious whispers around her. However, the moment she
stepped out of Sinclair Group, her phone buzzed.
It was Carla. Fiona’s condition had taken a sudden turn for the worse.
Anathea’s face paled instantly. Without a second thought, she rushed toward the hospital as fast as she could.
Inside the observation room, Fiona lay weakly on the hospital bed, surrounded by machines that sustained her fragile life. The
steady, mechanical beeping filled the air with an eerie coldness.
Through the small glass window on the door, Anathea could see the pain etched across Fiona’s pale face. She instinctively
covered her mouth, her eyes welling with unshed tears.
“Ms. Jacobson, I’m so sorry. We’ve done everything we could.”
