Alexander''s words were indifferent, his voice devoid of emotion. "What does her life or death have to do with me?" he asked, his tone cold and detached.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.


    Kyle, wiping the sweat from his forehead, silently chastised Alexander''s arrogance in his mind. Yet, his face betrayed no sign of his inner thoughts, maintaining apliant expression. "It''s not right, though. We''re talking about a life here," Kyle protested.


    A single nce from Alexander was enough to silence Kyle. He then shifted his attention to Quinn. "What are you waiting for? Finish signing your name, and go get the divorce certificate this afternoon." Kyle chose the wrong moment to speak up. "Alexander, today''s Saturday."


    Alexander''s face turned instantly grim at the reminder.


    Clearing his throat, Kyle quickly excused himself. "I''m heading out, Alexander. Call me if you need anything."


    Alexander remained silent, and Kyle hastily retreated from the vi.


    Now, only Quinn and Alexander were left in the room. Quinn stared at her half-finished signature, her hand frozen mid-air, unable to continue writing.


    Alexander sat calmly to the side, his gaze cold as he watched her struggle, saying nothing, just observing her internal battle.


    Quinn was in agony.


    She had no more illusions of sentiment. After the divorce, Alexander indeed had no obligation to cover Juliet''s medical expenses. He was not using Juliet to threaten her, nor was it that he didn''t want to let her go. If she signed the agreement, Juliet would not survive more than two weeks.


    Alexander had finished two cigarettes, the smoke irritating his throat. He coughed into his fist, the sound echoing in the silent room.


    Quinn mistook his cough for impatience. Her fingertips, clutching the pen, had turned white from the pressure.


    After a while, Alexander''s patience wore thin. "Are you going to sign or not?"


    Quinn set the pen down and gestured toward Alexander. "We''re still legally married for now. You can''t take advantage of my ignorance of thew. Half your money is mine."


    Alexander''s eyebrows rose slightly at her statement. "You can have half on the conditions of paying back the remaining 27 billion debt."


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    Quinn was at a loss for words.


    She felt he was being unreasonable, but she dared not jump to conclusions, lest she indulge in wishful thinking.


    Alexander pressed her further. "Don''t you want the divorce so badly? What are you hesitating for?"


    Quinn did want the divorce, but her hand would not move to sign when he held Juliet''s life over her head.


    After a moment, Quinn closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and put the pen down.


    Alexander watched her, his face expressionless.


    Quinn asked, "Will you not withhold Juliet''s medication if we don''t get a divorce?"


    Alexander, leaning back casually, propped up his head and replied with an indifferent tone, "Depends on my mood." Quinn''s brows furrowed once again.


    She gestured, "So, are you in a good mood now?"


    Catching her gestures, an unprovokedugh escaped Alexander. He seemed to beughing out of frustration.


    He remained silent but stood up. "I''ve given you the divorce papers. Think it through and then get in touch with me."


    Seeing him about to leave, Quinn hurried over to grab his sleeve. Alexander slightly turned his head.


    Quinn gestured again, "Add me back on Telegram, otherwise I can''t contact you."


    Alexander looked down at her for a moment before averting his eyes and, without a response, walked out.


    Quinn watched his retreating figure, a gloomy feeling settling in her heart. She had always found him unpredictable, but now she was even more baffled by him and had no idea what he was thinking.


    Once his figure disappeared at the door, Quinn turned back to look at the divorce papers on the table. The freedom she still longed fory quietly there, with Alexander''s signature already on it. But she couldn''t bring herself to sign her own


    name.


    Kaitlyn, who had been paying attention to themotion, came downstairs just in time, happily picking up the divorce papers from the table.