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?"
"Are you okay?" Todd looked concerned.
He took a closer look at Wendy's ankle carefully. She was wearing heels. The sudden twist might have caused minor or severe injury.
Wendy stood up straight. She felt that her ankle was indeed aching. The ache made her frown.
"I'll send you to the hospital for a quick check," Todd said, wanting to hold Wendy again.
Wendy made a gesture, refusing. She then lifted her foot and tried to walk a few steps. It was her two children's birthday banquet. Wouldn't she be a party pooper if she were to go to the hospital then?
"I can still walk. I'm fine," Wendy said.
Todd watched as she walked with a stagger. He was worried, saying, "I think it'd be better if we get it checked at the hospital. If you really twisted your ankle and you left it untreated, it would become worse."
Wendy smiled, saying, "I'm really fine. Don't worry." She continued walking. The pain was bearable for her.