<h4>Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Why Treat Her Like This?</h4><h4></h4>


    Chloe Simpson could hardly believe her ears. She stood there, dumbfounded for a long, long time, before she finally managed to speak with difficulty.


    When she spoke, even her voice trembled, and in the end, she was almost choking and couldn’t utter a word.


    Why?


    Why would the heavens treat her this way?


    Telling her that the test results were wrong, that she didn’t have HIV, rekindling the light in her once dark world.


    But in the next second, that ray of light was mercilessly snatched away, casting herpletely into hell.


    Initially, she thought that, since she didn’t have HIV, she wouldn’t have to divorce Lucas, and they could continue living well.


    But now...


    "Ha, so now I have HIV again, is that it?"


    Chloe justy there on the hospital bed, the light in her eyes dimming bit by bit, until it waspletely extinguished, and then she chuckled bitterly before speaking.


    "Miss Simpson, you..."


    Jack Woods clenched his palm and was about to speak when his phone received another WeChat message.


    He lowered his head, opened the phone, and after reading the message, he was so excited that he could barely form aplete sentence.


    "Eldest Young Master! Eldest Young Master! Miss Simpson, she... she..."


    Jack was holding the phone, frantically tapping its screen.


    Alexander Johnson snatched the phone over, read the contents on the screen, and his eyes reddened as well.


    "Chloe, you’re okay. Our people have already found out that the special medicine didn’t contain even a trace of HIV."


    He took a deep breath to calm his emotions.


    Thankfully, their nted person within the medical team had reced that dose of special medicine in advance.


    What actually entered Chloe’s body was only a trace amount of sedative, which is why she fell unconscious just now.


    "Alexander, this time, am I really fine? Are you sure?!"


    Chloe lightly touched her brow; after experiencing the switch from paradise to hell, she didn’t dare to believe so easily anymore.


    Alexander nodded, "I’m sure. I’ve already instructed them to conduct the fastest blood test. If you still don’t believe it, you can have more done."


    After saying that, Alexander gave Jack a nce and then left the ward.


    Once out of the ward, Alexander instructed, "Give that doctor we nted in the medical team a generous bonus."


    "Yes, Eldest Young Master," Jack responded promptly.


    "Also, make sure to erase all traces, whether it’s from the drug research base or the hospital. Nothing unusual can be discovered by Gabrie’s side, or it will be troublesome."


    Thinking of Gabrie Dyer’s side, Alexander added.


    "Yes, Eldest Young Master, rest assured, I’ve already instructed that," Jack nodded.


    In the ward, Chloe remained there, still somewhat disbelieving that she didn’t have HIV.


    Because everything had been so dramatic, so back and forth.


    Shey there, unsure of how long, before she finally reached out and pinched her own cheek hard.


    The pain nearly brought her to tears, and only then did she finally dare to believe that this was all real.


    She truly wasn’t dreaming this time!


    She truly didn’t have HIV!


    "Lucas, Mom, I don’t have HIV... I don’t... boohoo..."


    She spoke to the air like that, and as she spoke, she began to cry bitterly.


    By the time she finished crying, night was already falling.


    Jack Woods and Alexander Johnson, she wasn’t sure when, had already left.


    She wiped her tears and, not even bothering to tidy her clothes or makeup, frantically ran to find Lucas Hughes.


    She had to quickly tell Lucas this good news.


    She didn’t have HIV, and they didn’t have to divorce!


    But as she had just gotten off the hospital bed and ran to the door, she was met by two bodyguards.


    "Miss Simpson, our chairman and his wife would like you toe with us for a bit."


    Ten minutester, Chloe was brought to the hospital entrance by the two guards.


    Not far away, she saw Liam Johnson’s car, with Liam Johnson and Gabrie Dyer sitting inside.


    The bodyguards bowed respectfully and opened the car door, "Miss Simpson, please."


    Once inside, Gabrie smiled and said, "Miss Simpson, I’m sorry to invite you in this manner. I hope you can consider our identities; it’s rather inconvenient for us to go directly to the hospital."


    "Mrs. Johnson, Chairman Johnson, please get straight to the point."


    Chloe paused, thinking about what Alexander had done to her, she truly couldn’t manage a smile when facing Gabrie and Liam.


    "Alright, since Miss Simpson is so straightforward, I won’t beat around the bush. Liam and I called you here today for one reason only, we hope you will divorce your husband Lucas Hughes, preferably getting the paperwork done by tomorrow."