Chapter 11
Anathea planned to leave right after passing the lunch to Martin Chadstone, Gregory’s secretary.
But as it was lunchtime, most of the people in the CEO’s office had already left, and there was no sign of Martin. There was only an assistant who was tidying up the desks.
Anathea went up to her and asked, “Hello, could you help me deliver this lunch to Mr. Sinclair, please?”
The assistant paused and gave Anathea a quick once–over. “Are you Mr. Sinclair’s chef?”
Nobody in the company, besides Martin, knew that Anathea was Gregory’s wife.
When they’d gotten married, Gregory had said, “I can marry you, but you won’t be getting a status.‘
It was the cold and heartless truth. However, she’d been deeply in love with him back then, so despite knowing that, she’d still married him joyfully. As a result, her position as Gregory’s wife was pretty much as good as naught.
Anathea smiled faintly and gave an ambiguous nod.
“Mr. Sinclair is in the office right ahead. You can go and deliver the food to him.” The assistant pointed to the largest office, looking somewhat troubled. “We don’t have permission to enter his office. Mr. Chadstone is the only one authorized to enter.”
Anathea understood the difficulties of being an employee, so she decided not to trouble others further and carried the lunch box
toward Gregory’s office.
But before she could knock, the office door opened from inside. Out came Natalie, buttoning up her blouse and smoothing her
slightly disheveled hair behind her. She was surprised to see Anathea.
“Ms. Jacobson?” she called out.
Anathea didn’t respond and simply looked away. Judging by the state Natalie was in, it didn’t take much for one to guess what
had happened inside the office.
“Are you here to deliver food for Greg?” Natalie flashed Anathea a smile. “He’s pretty busy now. Here, let me send it in for you.”
She reached out to take the lunch box from Anathea, but the latter took a step back. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll take it in
myself.”
Natalie paused and raised her brows slightly. Anathea’s behavior this morning had almost led her to believe that she was a big-
hearted person. But it turned out that that wasn’t the case.
However, because of what happened five years ago, Gregory could never love Anathea. No matter how much she clung to him, it
was useless–she would only make him despise her even more.
“Well, go ahead then.” Natalie stepped aside with a look of amusement. “But how sure are you that Greg would want to eat what
you brought him?”
C 1/4
The implication was clear–Gregory’s “appetite” was already satisfied before he had lunch.
Anathea ignored Natalie’s provocations, walked straight past her, and pushed the door to Gregory’s office open.
While she might’ve been upset in the past, now that she’d decided to let things go, she would pretend that she saw nothing.
She walked in to see Gregory sitting at his desk handling documents, signing countless contracts with a fountain pen.
His brows pulled together ever so slightly when he saw Anathea walk in. “Why are you here?”
It seemed she wasn’t welcomed. Was he afraid she would’ve caught him and Natalie in the act if she’d come earlier?
Anathea sneered inwardly, but she still felt a dull ache deep inside.
She quickly got her emotions in check and placed the lunch box on his desk. “Here’s your lunch.”
“In the future, just give Martin a call and get him to send it in.” Gregory didn’t even glance at her, seemingly not wanting to see
her at all.
“Okay,” Anathea responded.
The fact was, this was likely the last time she’d bring him lunch. Anathea took out the divorce agreement from her bag; she’d come today to get Gregory to sign it. Once it was signed, she’d be able to leave the Sinclair family after a month.
“Gregory…” Anathea walked up to him and drew a deep breath before handing him the agreement.
“Is there something else?” Gregory didn’t even look up, his tone tinged with impatience. He’d never had much patience for her.
Anathea was already used to it. “Could you please sign this agreement-”
“I got it. Just leave it there.” Gregory cut her off mid–sentence, flipping through the contracts and circling incorrect data with his
pen. His brows were knitted as he commented, “What are they even doing?”
Picking up his phone, he gave Martin a call. “Meeting. Now.” His instructions were cold and curt.
After hanging up, Gregory took off his glasses, rubbed his sore eyes, and glanced up. Anathea was no longer in the office.
Gregory didn’t think much about it. He casually tossed the signed documents on top of the divorce agreement Anathea had left on
his desk and got up to head to the meeting room.
Stepping out of the main entrance of Sinclair Group, Anathea took a deep breath of fresh air. So this was what divorce felt like.
She felt like she’d thrown off all the shackles that bound her, and she felt so relaxed.
But the very next moment, she received a call from the hospital. “Ms. Jacobson, your mother’s condition isn’t looking good at the moment. Could you please come over?”
When Anathea hurriedly arrived at the hospital, her mother, Fiona Campbell, was being wheeled out of the emergency room.
2/4
Chapter 11
“Mom!” Anathea felt her heart clenching so tightly that she nearly took a tumble.
Fortunately, a nurse steadied her just in time. “Mrs. Jacobson is out of immediate danger after the emergency treatment.
It was only then that Anathea heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
There was a tremble in her voice. She’d’thought that she’d nearly lost Fiona. Luckily, Fiona hadn’t had the heart to abandon her.
But her condition…
Looking at Fiona lying on the hospital bed, pale and lifeless, Anathea’s eyes reddened.
>
Had she not insisted on marrying Gregory back then, perhaps he wouldn’t have held a grudge against the Jacobson family. Maybe he wouldn’t have acted against Adam. And then, maybe Fiona wouldn’t have been so heartbroken that she’d gotten severely
depressed and ill.
Anathea had been haunted by such regretful thoughts countless times over the years. She lowered her gaze, overwhelmed by
complex emotions.
Just then, Fiona’s attending doctor, Carla Peltz, came up to her. “Ms. Jacobson, we need to talk about Mrs. Jacobson’s condition.”
Anathea’s heart skipped a beat when she heard that. “What’s happened to my mom?”
“Ms. Jacobson, don’t be too anxious. We were fortunate that Mrs. Jacobson was rescued in time and is now completely out of
danger,” Carla reassured.
“That’s good.” Anathea nodded. “Thank you, Dr. Peltz.”
“No need for thanks, Ms. Jacobson.” Carla gave her a light pat on the shoulder before she continued, “But given Mrs. Jacobson’s
current state, if her condition isn’t treated soon, it will be difficult to save her if another emergency occurs.
“That being said, there’s no reason to panic. Our department has recently developed a new drug. If we can coordinate with several department heads for surgery, we might be able to cure Mrs. Jacobson.”
“Really?” A glimmer of hope flashed in Anathea’s eyes.
Carla nodded. “However, the treatment cost is quite high.”
“How much will it be?” Anathea asked urgently. She was willing to pay anything to save Fiona.
The amount, however, was indeed beyond her means.
“30 million.”
Anathea was left feeling stumped. 30 million dollars was a hefty amount for her.
“Ms. Jacobson, are you sure you want to sell all of this jewelry?” the appraiser asked carefully.
As an expert, he could tell that these were high–end auction pieces meant for collection. Such pieces were rarely ever sold.
3/1
But Anathea nodded firmly. “I’m selling them all.”
She could only gather enough money to cover Fiona’s medical expenses if she sold all of them.
“These add up to about 27 million.”
27 million dollars? That meant she’d still be three million dollars short.
Anathea frowned. “Can you go any higher? This ring should be quite valuable.”
“There’s no doubt the diamond ring is valuable, but as the width of the ring band is pretty small, not many people will be able to wear it. Eight million is already quite a high price for it. Alternatively, you could take it back and not sell the ring,” the appraiser
advised kindly.
“Forget it. I’ll sell it too.”
Eight million dollars was better than nothing.
“Alright then.” The appraiser took the jewelry away and went to write a check for Anathea.
As Anathea waited patiently, she looked around the shop, taking in its decor. All of a sudden, she caught sight of a Rolls–Royce
pulled up right outside the entrance.
GS 00001. It was Gregory’s license plate.
Comments
