He Doesn’t Know His Wife


    Staring at the long string of numbers in his ount bnce, Orion found himself deep in thought.


    “Doctor, how much longer does Jessica have?” Orion turned to the doctor with a grave expression.


    The doctor looked troubled. Earlier, when Orion made the call, he didn’t bother to hide it from him and Jessica. Both had heard everything—Seraphina had disappeared, and the surgery wasn’t happening.


    The doctor had previously informed Orion that Jessica was running out of time and that the surgery was necessary today. His words had been absolute, but now he found himself in an awkward position.


    He nced at Jessica for help. She gave him a reassuring smile and spoke softly, “Actually, I don’t feel as awful as before. Could you check me again?”


    “Yes, yes, let’s check again!” The doctor echoed quickly.


    The test results, unsurprisingly, showed that Jessica was much better. The surgery was no longer urgent.


    As Orion let out a sigh of relief, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Wasn’t this a little too coincidental?


    Jessica quickly exined, “Orion, don’t me the doctor. They often exaggerate the severity of a patient’s condition just to get more money out of the family.”


    Orion epted her exnation and said, “He deceived you like that, and yet you’re not angry, Jessica. You’re too kind.”


    Meanwhile, back at the Cross Estate, Seraphina had gone home. For Emeris, the richest man in the world, hiding someone’s whereabouts was a piece of cake.


    He had sent a private helicopter to fetch her.


    As soon as Seraphina stepped off the helicopter, she saw her father and her older brother, Sivir Cross, waiting for her.


    “Dad! Sivir!”


    The moment Seraphina saw them, her eyes turned red and welled up with tears. She threw herself into Emeris’ arms.


    “There, there, wee home,” Emeris said, gently stroking her hair and letting out a deep sigh.


    He had mixed feelings about his daughter—both sorry and frustrated with her.


    Since she was young, Emeris had protected Seraphina fiercely. Though he never publicly announced her identity, she nevercked anything. Even the lives of some royal princesses paled inparison to the luxury Seraphina enjoyed.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    And yet, she had chosen to leave that princess-like life behind, to live in the Droses household, where she was looked down upon and mistreated.


    Sivir chimed in, “Seraphina, the Droses will regret how they’ve treated you.”


    “That’s right! No one messes with my daughter. One day, that boy will be on his knees and begging you to go back to him,” Emeris added with a steely voice.


    “Don’t worry,” Seraphina said, her voice firm. “When that happens, I won’t take him back.”


    Emeris had gone as far as opening apany in Golden Bay, overseen by Sivir, solely to keep an eye on and protect Seraphina from a distance.


    When he learned how she was being treated in the Droses household, Emeris had often threatened to make them pay for their actions. Each time, Seraphina stopped him.


    “Oh, and here,” Emeris pulled out a document and handed it to Seraphina. “Take this.”


    “What’s this?”


    “Your divorce papers. Take them to that boy and have him sign them tomorrow.”


    “Oh,” Seraphina took the papers casually, then asked, “You had this prepared so quickly?”


    “Not really,” Sivir chuckled. “Dad had the divorce papers drawn up on the day you got married.”


    Seraphina was speechless.


    She knew her father disliked Orion and had never supported her marriage.


    But she hadn’t expected him to be nning her divorce on the very day of her wedding.