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    After a moment, Anthony sighed. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen youugh like that.”


    Belinda’s smile faded, and she quicklyposed herself, murmuring, “While I don’t advocate for you to divorce Kristopher, my greatest wish is for your happiness.”


    He looked at her deeply and said in a hoarse voice, “You weren’t there on the day you were supposed to ask for a divorce. I thought you had reconsidered.”


    “I missed it because I was feeling unwell,” Belinda rified, shaking her head.


    “So, you still wish to go through with the divorce?” Anthony asked. Belinda bit her lip and nodded.


    Anthony ced a reassuring hand on her shoulder, saying earnestly, “Even though you weren’t involved… this could be the right moment. Do you want to use this chance to announce the divorce? After that, Kristopher will have no choice but to ept it.”


    In the ward on the top floor of Peace Hospital, Cathy, her face as pale as the hospital sheets, propped herself against the headboard. She gazed at Kristopher, who was seated beside her. In a faint voice, she asked, “Kristopher, have you found Miss Nelson?”


    Kristopher’s brow furrowed as he scanned Cathy’s medical report. “I’ve found her,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of detachment.


    “Then, did she confess?” Cathy pressed, her voice tinged with anxiety, her lips quivering slightly.


    “No,” Kristopher said, setting the medical report aside and giving her a piercing look. “I thought you hated spicy food?”


    Caught off guard, Cathy nodded stiffly. “Yes, I don’t like it.”


    Kristopher narrowed his eyes, his demeanor turning icy as he handed her the document. “Then why does this say you’ve been hospitalized multiple times for eating spicy dishes?”


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    After a moment’s silence, she lifted her eyes, filled with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “Sometimes, curiosity gets the better of me…”


    “Don’t you care about your health at all?” Kristopher’s voice was sharp. “You know you have stomach cancer. Are you trying to hasten your death?”


    “I’m sorry, Kristopher,” Cathy murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.


    She bit her lip, tears brimming in her eyes as she confessed, “I saw Miss Nelson enjoying spicy food so much, I thought I’d give it a try…” Despite her sorrowful expression, Cathy silently fumed.


    What was with this woman? She had stomach cancer yet indulged in spicy food? That was just asking for trouble!


    “Whypare with Belinda?” Kristopher’s brow furrowed in frustration. “That woman’s as robust as an ox, while you… you’re battling cancer.”


    He sighed deeply. “You need to be in the hospital right now. I’ll handle the online mess.”


    At his words, Cathy steered the conversation back to the digital debacle. “Kristopher, about that… What are you going to do with it?”


    “Divorce,” he dered, his eyes closing as another sigh escaped him. Not only was he set on divorcing Belinda, but he also intended to pin the me on her. This, he believed, was the only way to turn things around, safeguard Cathy, and recover the losses suffered by the Cox Group.


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