Chapter 150 - 148: Just Who Is the Shameless One?
"The doctors will decide whether I live or die. But I’m telling you, Charlene Miller, if you want this divorce, you have to leave Yvette with me. That’s my only condition!"
But just as he finished speaking, the door to the hospital room was pushed open again.
A tall, middle-aged man walked in. He was holding a document and went straight to Charlene Miller, handing it to her.
"This is the latest version. Everything’s been changed according to your requests. You can sign it directly," the man said in a cold voice.
Charlene Miller looked at the document in her hands with a satisfied smile, then turned back to John Lawson. "Sign it. Let’s part amicably."
John Lawson’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You... She only found out about my condition this morning, and you’ve already drafted a new agreement? Are you really helping your sister with this kind of despicable scheme?"
Hearing this, Daniel Miller feigned sincerity. "John, don’t make it sound so ugly. I’m not helping my sister; I’m helping Yvette. Given your current situation, if you were really thinking about Yvette’s well-being, you’d just sign this agreement without a fuss."
"I’m not signing it." John Lawson didn’t even reach for it, his face flushing red with anger. "If I don’t get Yvette, I’d rather not get divorced at all!"
"John Lawson, don’t be so shameless!"
"And just who is being shameless here?"
At that, Cecilia could no longer stand by and watch. She abruptly stood up and spoke out.
Seeing this, Blair instinctively straightened up, her expression wary as she faced the other two, ready to respond to any emergency.
John Lawson and the others hadn’t expected Cecilia to suddenly speak up, much less with such a sharp retort. They had been so caught up in their argument that they had almost forgotten she was even there.
Before any of them could react, Cecilia strode forward, her face devoid of expression. She snatched the divorce agreement from Charlene Miller’s hands and, with a sharp tug, ripped it in half.
"Mr. Lawson already said he’s not signing. Can’t you understand plain language?"
Charlene Miller snapped back to reality. Staring at the ripped divorce agreement, she exploded with rage. "What gives you the right to speak? Who the hell do you think you are!"
"Cecilia..." John Lawson didn’t want to get her involved and tried to stop her.
But Cecilia had tolerated enough. She hadn’t wanted to meddle in Mr. Lawson’s family affairs in the first place. Their relationship had broken down and they planned to divorce—fine, so be it.
But she never expected them to be such bullies, using Mr. Lawson’s illness as a weakness to threaten him.
She might not have had the right or the status to interfere, but when she thought about all the care and support Director Lawson had shown her for over a year, Cecilia couldn’t just stand by and watch him be bullied.
"If you can’t reach a mutual agreement, you can file for a contested divorce. But Mr. Lawson doesn’t want to sign this specific agreement, and none of you has the right to force him." Cecilia’s gaze was chilling as she stared them down. "You know perfectly well that Mr. Lawson has a rare lung disease and that getting agitated is the worst thing for him. Yet here you are, being relentlessly aggressive. Are you trying to kill him?"
"You..." Faced with Cecilia’s sudden intervention, Charlene Miller was momentarily thrown off balance. But she quickly composed herself, a suggestive smirk forming on her face as she looked between the two of them. "Oh... I thought it was just a coincidence you were there when he collapsed yesterday. I didn’t expect to see you here again today. Is your relationship really just that of a teacher and student, or is there something improper going on? Otherwise, why would it be your place to stand up for him?"
"Charlene Miller, don’t you dare slander her!" John Lawson was furious when he heard her spreading such vile rumors about Cecilia.
"What are you so worked up about?" Charlene Miller retorted, her eyes wide. "Did I hit a nerve?"
John Lawson started to explain, but Cecilia cut him off. She showed no anger, her expression remaining calm as she faced Charlene Miller. "Director Lawson, there’s no need to get upset. If someone wants to frame you, they’ll always find a pretext."
After speaking, she glanced at Blair and raised an eyebrow.
Blair’s lips curved into a smirk as she held up her phone. "I’ve recorded everything."
Seeing this, Charlene Miller’s brow furrowed. "What do you mean? What did you record?"
Cecilia laughed coldly. "Evidence of you slandering me and Mr. Lawson, of course. The burden of proof is on the accuser. So when we go to court, be sure to bring all that evidence you’ve collected of our so-called ’improper relationship.’ Slander and defamation have legal consequences, you know."
At this, Daniel Miller lunged toward Blair in two quick strides, reaching out to snatch her phone.
But Blair was faster. She grabbed his wrist and sent a sharp kick into his abdomen. She even held back some of her strength, but Daniel Miller still stumbled back several steps before falling flat on his rear.
"Brother!"
Charlene Miller cried out in alarm and rushed forward to help him up.
The commotion in the room was so loud it attracted a nurse. She walked in just in time to see the fight and was visibly startled. "This is a hospital! You can’t fight in here! We’ve already called the police!"
Daniel Miller’s abdomen was churning in agony from Blair’s kick. He struggled to his feet, gritting his teeth. "None of you are going anywhere. The police are on their way!"
Blair wasn’t the least bit scared. She pointed to the security camera in the corner. "The camera saw exactly who started it. You think I’m afraid of you?"
John Lawson looked at Cecilia with a worried expression. If she got taken away by the police for defending him, how could he ever live with himself?
But Cecilia just walked over to his bedside and said apologetically, "I’m sorry, Director Lawson. I didn’t mean to make such a scene out of your private affairs, but I can’t stand to see people bully you."
John Lawson was taken aback, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.
Cecilia hesitated for a moment before looking at Director Lawson seriously and asking in a low voice, "She’s the one at fault in the marriage, isn’t she? You know that, right?"
A flash of clear astonishment crossed John Lawson’s eyes. He obviously hadn’t expected Cecilia to know about that.
After a long moment, John Lawson nodded. If she hadn’t made such a fundamental transgression, he wouldn’t have agreed to the divorce so readily.
Just then, Charlene Miller suddenly shrieked, "John Lawson, I’ll never give you Yvette! You’re getting nothing! You can just forget about it!"
Cecilia, whose anger had just started to subside, felt it flare up again with a WHOOSH when she heard that.
She spun around, strode right up to Charlene Miller, and said coldly, "You know exactly what you’ve done. The party at fault in a marriage is the one who should leave with nothing. The person who gets nothing should be you!"
Charlene Miller was stunned.
’How could she know?’
’No one was supposed to know!’
Catching the flicker of panic in her eyes, Cecilia smiled coldly. "If you don’t want anyone to know, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place."
A shiver ran down Charlene Miller’s spine, but she feigned composure and snorted disdainfully. "You’re the one who just said the burden of proof is on the accuser. Do you have any evidence?"
Cecilia’s bright eyes narrowed as she stared back, completely unintimidated. "You want evidence? You’ll get it!"
The next second, Saul Thorne walked briskly into the hospital room with several officers. "Who called the police?"