CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 56: EXPOSING THE MISTRESS, ANOTHER SLAP IN THE FACE!

Mrs. Sawyer visibly panicked.

Serena Sawyer, eager to distance herself from the matter, immediately put on a distressed look and said to her mother, "Mom, how could you do this? Miss Ellison has been experiencing online harassment recently and is already very pitiable. I’ve been trying to clear this up. But you, you hurt her just like those netizens! I’m really disappointed in you!"

Mrs. Sawyer decided to give up all pretenses, mother and daughter playing a game of good cop, bad cop.

"She deserves it!"

Mrs. Sawyer said, "Serena, you’re just too kind-hearted and easily manipulated! Is Zoe Ellison innocent? She deserves it! Occupying Mrs. Xavier’s position while being promiscuous, secretly having an abortion. Who knows how many men have fathered children in her womb! How could such a filthy woman be worthy of Timothy?"

Bringing up this matter, Timothy Xavier’s gaze seemed to turn icy.

Even the slightest bit of regret he had earlier appeared to vanish.

Mrs. Sawyer saw this and urged hastily, "Timothy, perhaps it’s time to take advantage of this opportunity and divorce Zoe Ellison! Our Serena has been waiting for you with Doris for so many years, aren’t you ready to give her a title?"

"She’s right!"

I said to Timothy Xavier, and then looked at Mrs. Sawyer, "Don’t worry, Timothy Xavier talked about divorcing me two days ago. I’m sure very soon, your daughter will be able to marry him."

Timothy Xavier’s sharp gaze fell on me.

I couldn’t understand, why is he looking at me that way when I’m cooperating with his ’divorce’ plans?

He should be grateful to have such an understanding wife, shouldn’t he?

Meanwhile, Serena Sawyer and her mother’s smiles were almost uncontrollable.

Especially Mrs. Sawyer, whose voice trembled with excitement, asking Timothy Xavier, "Is this true? All those years Serena has been helping you take care of Doris have not been in vain."

Upon hearing this, I frowned slightly.

What does she mean by saying Serena Sawyer ’helped’ him take care of Doris?

Inexplicably, I remembered the paternity test incident.

Although later on, when I tried to perform a second paternity test between Serena Sawyer and Doris, Timothy Xavier discovered it, so it didn’t happen.

But was the first result actually correct?

Doris indeed isn’t her biological child?

Before I had time to think further, Mrs. Sawyer continued, "Timothy, your aunt indeed spoke harshly to Miss Ellison today, lacking consideration. But after all, it’s all for you! Her kind of status, marrying you is already a blessing cultivated in her previous life. But not cherishing it is one thing; she actually cuckolded you and even brought a child into this."

Serena Sawyer glanced at Timothy Xavier’s stern face, and walked to her mother, pretending to be the good person, "Mom, please stop. Maybe... there’s some misunderstanding here? Miss Ellison doesn’t look like such a person."

"You never know someone until you know their heart!"

Mrs. Sawyer sneered with disdain, "The consent form for the abortion surgery was signed in black and white with the name ’Zoe Ellison,’ how can she be wronged?"

Just then, the channel playing cartoons earlier had somehow switched to entertainment news.

The news anchor on the screen spoke passionately, "Dear viewers, regarding the emotional entanglement between Xavier Group’s president and Serena Sawyer, and the mistress taking the main role, a major turning point has arrived. Just ten minutes ago, a woman claiming to be Miles Sawyer’s ex-girlfriend held up her ID card and openly reported Miles Sawyer, and released a clarifying video. Miles Sawyer’s actions are truly shocking! Now, please watch the specific report."

Immediately following, the television began broadcasting the video content.

I did not expect that Victoria Monroe would disregard her own reputation, stepping forward to discuss the evidence she had of Miles Sawyer secretly collaborating with the school leadership to fake promotion materials for becoming a professor; and she even acquired surveillance showing Miles Sawyer mixing abortion medication in her cup at the cafe that day.

Finally, Victoria Monroe said with conviction, "Therefore, Miss Ellison did not undergo any abortion surgery, the person who had the surgery that day was me! Miss Ellison was just acting bravely, taking me to the hospital and signing the documents on my behalf. The hospital doctors can attest to this!"

Upon hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Timothy Xavier’s cold eyes.

He then looked at me, his tone not as cold as before, and spoke softly, "Why didn’t you explain to me that day?"

I smiled bleakly and said, "If I explained, would you have believed me? How many times have you actually trusted me? If you trusted me, you wouldn’t have treated me that way because of those baseless online rumors."

Timothy Xavier was silent, his stern expression tense.

He’d always been proud, unable to say anything softer.

Meanwhile, Serena Sawyer had already lost her composure, blankly staring at the television, unable to utter a word.

Mrs. Sawyer seemed to crumble, grinding her teeth and cursing, "That bitch! Our Miles was still too softhearted!"

With that, she stormed over to me, looking to tear me apart.

"Did you collude with her?"

Mrs. Sawyer, for the sake of her son, had disregarded Timothy Xavier’s presence nearby and said fiercely, "You two little bitches, you’ve made my daughter and son suffer so much, I’ll fight with you!"

At that moment, Timothy Xavier suddenly grabbed her hand, speaking in a subdued tone, "Isn’t this enough? Your son’s actions were openly reported, could it still be slander?"

Serena Sawyer realized what was happening, quickly ran to stop her mother, and said, "Timothy, maybe my mom was just anxious for my brother, that’s why she became impulsive. I’ll take her back now! There must be some misunderstanding, I’ll go back and get to the bottom of it."

She spoke as her eyes reddened, looking like the most innocent person there, yet bearing the greatest burden.

"Timothy, I’m sorry..."

Before leaving, she apologized chokingly, then took Doris’s hand.

But at that moment, Timothy Xavier spoke up, "You go ahead, leave Doris here."

Serena Sawyer turned back, incredulous, "Why?"

Timothy Xavier said expressionlessly, "Doris can’t stay with your mother anymore, she’ll be led astray."

Serena Sawyer felt incredibly embarrassed, Timothy Xavier’s words were akin to slapping her in the face.

Mrs. Sawyer glared at me as if wanting to skin me alive, saying, "Timothy Xavier, our Sawyer Family raised your daughter all these years, if not with merit, then certainly with hardship. Now, you want to take her away from us? You..."

"Mom, please stop."

Serena Sawyer appeared extremely anxious, hastily stopping her mother.

To pin down Timothy Xavier, such a sinister and ruthless woman had endured up to the limit.

She said aggrievedly, "Timothy, I’m listening to you. Let’s do this, as soon as we go out, I’ll let my mom go home by herself, and I’ll take Doris to your mother’s place. We’ll... wait for you to come back."

Every time she said ’your mom’, it gave me such second-hand embarrassment.

I directly said to her, "There’s no need, let Timothy Xavier go with you. Anyway, things are resolved, I have nothing left to say to him."

Timothy Xavier pursed his lips tightly, seemingly restraining something.

Serena Sawyer quite agreed with my words, fearing Timothy Xavier would stay here and reconcile with me.

Therefore, she cautiously asked, "Timothy, why don’t we leave together, instead of disturbing Miss Ellison’s rest."

Under her guidance, Doris walked over and took Timothy Xavier’s hand, "Daddy, come home with me and Mommy! I don’t like this maid lady, let’s not play with her anymore!"

"Hmm, alright."

Timothy Xavier picked up his daughter and, without glancing at me, started walking toward the door with Serena Sawyer and the others.

I smiled, the result was as expected.

Timothy’s choice will never be me.

However, before they stepped out of my home, the hospital called.

I answered, and the doctor said to me, "Miss Ellison, your mother just suffered cardiac arrest. Her condition is very poor, I’m afraid..."

I interrupted, "Please save her, I beg you, save her!"

I didn’t want to hear the rest of the doctor’s words.

For the past twenty years, I’ve always hoped for a miracle, hoping that one day my mother would wake up and call my name again.

The doctor said to me, "The representative from Xavier Group just mentioned that the equipment can be used again. But given your mother’s condition, do you think... it’s necessary?"

The implication was that even with the equipment, it might still be hopeless.

"Yes! It is necessary!"

Through tears, I told the person on the phone, "I plead with you to do everything you can to save her, I’m begging you!"

As I rushed out the door, Timothy put down Doris and had already followed after me.

When we reached the garage, I was about to get in the car when Timothy blocked me on the driver’s side.

"Sit over there, let me drive."

He said, already opening the car door and getting in.

I didn’t argue with him, as my legs were weak, and my whole body was trembling slightly—not suitable for driving.

On the way, he contacted the hospital and then called some expert acquaintances, urging them to rush to my mother’s room for a consultation.

I quietly stared out the window, wiping tears that seemed endless.

I didn’t dare to think about life if my mother left me—what would I live for then?

At this moment, my icy fingertips were gently held by a hand.

Timothy was steering with one hand while holding my hand with the other, saying, "Don’t cry, I’ll find a way. Your mother will be alright."

I pulled my hand away from his grip, saying, "This is all your fault! Timothy Xavier, do you realize you’re the most hypocritical of everyone?"

Timothy made no defense, merely uttering two words: "I’m sorry."

Thinking of my mom struggling on the brink of death due to him removing the equipment filled me with the urge to kill him.

While he felt guilty, I asked, "When are we handling the divorce? When will Jack Sullivan bring me the divorce agreement?"

Only by leaving him can my life regain tranquility, and those around me won’t suffer repeatedly.

As we waited at a red light, Timothy’s deep gaze fell upon my face, saying, "I was angry that day and spoke harshly. Don’t worry, being Mrs. Xavier won’t change. Stop giving me the silent treatment, okay?"

I didn’t understand where Timothy’s confidence comes from.

To this day, he believes that I can’t bear to give up being called Mrs. Xavier, speaking as if he’s bestowing a favor.

"Timothy, I’m not giving you the silent treatment. Being Mrs. Xavier has long lost its significance to me."

I tried to speak calmly, fearing he’d think I was sulking or throwing a tantrum if my tone was too sharp.

I hoped he’d see my request for divorce was well-considered.

After I brought up ’divorce’ again, the light turned green.

Timothy focused on the road while his voice was low and somber, "Are you sure being Mrs. Xavier means nothing to you? If you weren’t Mrs. Xavier, your mother wouldn’t have access to Xavier Group’s yet-to-be-launched equipment, and The Ellison Family wouldn’t have survived so long in Veridia’s mercurial business sphere. Even those experts just now were willing to come consult because of Mrs. Xavier’s mother."

This was the first time facing Timothy, I was speechless.

Even if I have countless reasons to divorce, I can’t deny the benefits he’s brought me.

Perhaps he thinks I’m staying for these benefits.

Seeing me silent, Timothy held my hand again, saying, "Stop fighting with me. I’ll ensure your mother’s recovery; come home with me. There’s no reason Mrs. Xavier should rent an apartment outside all the time."

"Since I’ve already moved out, I won’t go back."

I coldly rejected him.

He was busy arranging for Jack Sullivan to contact more experts, gathering domestic and international experts from the related fields.

By the time we reached the hospital, all the intensive care experts and professors in Veridia were already there.

According to Jack Sullivan, experts from abroad and other cities were on their way.

When Timothy appeared at the hospital, the doctors’ attitudes shifted noticeably; even the director was offering me comfort.

"Please, make every effort to save my mother-in-law."

Each word expressed an indisputable command.

The director replied, "Yes, President Xavier, we will do our utmost."

...

The doors of the emergency room closed again, and I anxiously awaited the outcome outside.

Timothy stood beside me, his phone ringing incessantly.

Through peripheral vision, I saw the caller ID marked Sophia Kendall.

Presumably, Serena had reported back, and Sophia was calling to scold him.

Timothy didn’t answer, so the phone rang continuously.

When Sophia called for the eighth time, I spoke, "Go back. I’m fine here alone."

Honestly, I didn’t want to spend another second with the main culprit, Timothy.

His mother calling him home was just right.

But Timothy turned off his phone this time, saying flatly, "I’ll return after mother-in-law’s condition stabilizes."

Inwardly, I sneered—at this moment, Timothy once again put on the guise of a good husband.

This self-deceptive behavior, he probably believes his role as a husband is truly rare and precious.