In a minute later, I opened the chat box and wanted to send him a message for a divorce. But, Yvonne's boasting message popped up first.
It turned out that she was also in this hospital, hospitalizing downstairs from me.
In the photo, Jeremiah feed her porridge personally and blew on it carefully again and again for fear that she would get burned.
To tell you the truth, I had seen the photos of them being intimate and blending together countless times. So, this kind of picture could no longer arouse my emotions.
I calmly closed her chat box and called Jeremiah.
It took me calling him the fifth time before he finally answered, his voice extremely impatient.
"You still have the face to call me? Why? To ask if Yvonne is dead? I'm so sorry to disappoint you! She has been rescued by me! She's alive and well in the hospital now!"
"Zenith, I've known you for so long, but I never thought you were this kind of person. Do you know what you are doing? You are killing people! Are you crazy?"
"I'll give you one hour to get your ass to her ward and apologize to her right now! Or else you'll get a divorce!"
Before I could say anything, I heard the voice of Yvonne sobbing from the other end of the phone.