After three years of marriage, Wendy Stewart was used to Michael Lucas's sarcastic remarks, his frequent threats about getting divorced, and even his indulgence of a mistress. She thought that she could bear with this her entire life, until she accidentally got pregnant with a child that Michael did not want. Finally despondent, Wendy signed the divorce agreement and left. She thought they could have parted ways forever, but Michael refused to stop looking for her after the divorce. When they met again, she was the world's top designer. Smiling sweetly at her ex-husband, she said, "My dear, we're already divorced." Michael simply stared at her coldly, "Tell me, what will it take for us to reconcile?"
No doubt, Wendy didn't receive any reply from Zen.
However, Michael held her shoulders tightly, comforting her, "She will."
Wendy leaned against Michael's shoulder and let out a sigh.
"Let's go back. If there's any issue, the doctor will inform us," Michael said.
Wendy nodded.
She couldn't do anything even if she were to stay there.
She could only see her and keep her company when Zen was transferred to the normal ward.
They returned home and had lunch. Michael supervised Wendy to make sure she went to take a nap.
Suddenly, Michael's phone rang.
It was Mr. York calling.
"Alright, I understand," Michael gave a short reply and hung up the phone.
"Did something happen?" Wendy heard that Michael sounded solemn.
"Nothing. Take a quick nap first," Michael hushed. He patted Wendy's shoulder, wanting to coax her to sleep.
"I can't sleep. Is it about Alice Johnson?" Wendy thought for a while and asked.