Chapter 3

His face was filled with sympathy, and he offered to take care of me until I was discharged.

I declined his kindness.

I transferred him the hospital fees and surgery costs, then urged him to leave.

Though he left, the online uproar continued to ferment.

The topic of the rescue captain's house catching fire carried its own buzz.

It had already shot to the top of trending topics across all major platforms.

The neighbor kindly posted a photo of me collapsed on the ground in the comments section.

It instantly sparked heated discussion across the internet. Everyone was condemning the rescue team, asking if they only cared about putting out fires while ignoring a pregnant woman and the life in her belly.

If so, they should be called a fire department, not shamelessly claim to be a rescue team.

I scrolled through all the online abuse in the comments and felt that such punishment was still too light for Thomas.

I opened the chat window, about to send him a message about divorce.

But Mickey's gloating message popped up first.

Turned out she was in this hospital too, right on the floor below mine.

In the photo, Thomas was personally feeding her porridge, carefully blowing on it again and again to make sure she wouldn't burn herself.

I'd seen countless photos of them intimately intertwined.

Such images could no longer stir my emotions.

I quietly closed the chat window and called Thomas.

On the fifth try, he finally answered, his voice extremely impatient.

"You still have the nerve to call me? What do you want? Asking if Mickey's dead yet?"

"Sorry to disappoint you! I already saved Mickey! She's alive and well, right here in the hospital!"

"Angel, knowing you all this time, I never imagined you were this kind of person. Do you know what you did? You tried to kill someone! Are you insane?"

"I'm giving you one hour. Get down to the hospital room right now and apologize to her! Or else we're getting divorced!"

Before I could speak, Mickey's pitiful sobbing came through the line.

"Thomas, don't blame Angel. It's all my fault. If she says I started the fire, just accept it. Don't argue with her—pregnant women can't handle emotional stress."

Thomas let out a long sigh, disappointed.

"You're just too kind. That's why she keeps walking all over you. We knew each other first. Who does Angel think she is? What right does she have to hurt you?"

"Don't worry about it. This time I'm definitely going to teach her a lesson!"

While the two of them were being sickeningly sweet, I said calmly:

"Fine, let's get divorced. I agree. I'll send you the papers right away. Remember to sign them."

Thomas clearly hadn't expected me to bring up divorce first.

After a moment of shock, his anger exploded. Just as he was about to lash out, I abruptly hung up.

Before I could block his number, a barrage of text messages came flooding in.

"Where are you? Angel, have you lost your mind today? I've been holding back because you're pregnant, and now you're pushing your luck?"

"You think just because you're pregnant I won't dare divorce you? I'm afraid on the day you give birth you'll have no one to sign the papers and you'll have to crawl out of bed and beg me on your knees!"

"And the news online—take it down immediately! Don't make me expose your true face to the public!"

I didn't keep reading. I deleted all the messages and blocked his number.