argument（2）

"She's already divorced you, and telling you this is just for sympathy, isn't it?" Mark Cooper raised an eyebrow. "It was a misdiagnosis of throat cancer, and the poisoning was temporary. Once the toxins are eliminated from her body, she will recover. I don't think it's necessary to tell you about such a minor issue."

He said it as if it were obvious.

John's fingertips trembled as he clenched his fists by his sides. Mark Cooper didn't mention that her vocal cords were damaged, and for someone who loved music like she did, being unable to sing was a huge blow.

He remembered when Jane kept coughing incessantly, coughing up blood even, but she had always been careful not to let him know.

Her stubbornness, he knew.

He also remembered how he almost always smoked in front of her, despite the fact that smoking aggravated her cough, but she never said a word.

"The importance of the matter is for me to judge. I want to know her medical condition," he said in a cold voice, mixed with anger and gloom, making the listener's heart skip a beat.

John was angry, and he was very angry.

Mark Cooper looked at him with a frown, almost afraid to meet his gaze. His selfishness made him choose to conceal the truth, but it brought John's displeasure. A trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes, and it seemed that he would not trust him again in the future.

"John, I'm doing this for your own good," he tried to explain. He really thought that Jane was fine except for her vocal cords, and there was no need to add to his troubles by telling him.

John's eyes were icy. "You can go now," he said with no room for discussion. "And take Vivian West with you."

Mark Cooper didn't dare say anything more and signaled for Vivian West to follow him as they left.

As Vivian West passed by John, she whispered a sorry and then left with Mark Cooper in his Jeep. Cooper helped her fasten her seatbelt and looked at her handsome face with a smile, "What are you sorry for?" If anyone should apologize, it should be that woman Jane, a schemer and troublemaker.

Vivian West's face showed worry, "If I hadn't asked you to bring me here, you wouldn't have faced John's anger."

Mark Cooper shrugged, "It's nothing."

If it weren't for fear of arousing suspicion, he would have reached out and touched Vivian West's soft hair. How could there be such a cute and beautiful girl in the world?

Vivian West bit her lip and looked out the car window, "I wonder if John still has Jane in his heart?"

Mark Cooper glanced at Vivian West and saw her worried face, his sharp brows furrowed subconsciously, "I'll take you back to John's estate, and you can tell John's aunt to pick up Jill."

As long as Jane doesn't have access to Jill, there will be no connection between her and John.

Vivian West hesitated, "But it's not right. After all, Jane is Jill's biological mother."

Mark Cooper coldly smiled, "She's not even qualified to be a mother. You don't have to worry about anything."

With his persuasion, the kind little girl finally made up her mind.

However, when she returned to the estate, Vivian West learned that Mrs. Land had gone out of town on business, and she couldn't get through to her on the phone. She tossed and turned that night, hardly sleeping.

After Mark Cooper and Vivian West left, John pushed open the door to the hospital room and returned to watch over Jill. Jane sat back on the stool, still rubbing the little hand on the IV drip, but her complexion was much worse than before, pale with a hint of dark circles, and her smooth forehead had sweat stains that hadn't dried.

Did their argument just now exhaust her like this?

"I'll keep watch."