CHAPTER 109: CHAPTER 109: DYING ON THE OPERATING TABLE

During the time when Serena was preparing for the LD Jewelry Fashion Week, she didn’t completely disregard the agreement divorce with Caleb Lockwood.

Caleb Lockwood was offering her ten percent of the shares, which she couldn’t refuse. She had two choices: either accept, and then she and Caleb Lockwood could dissolve their marital relationship but become colleagues.

Or refuse, and the divorce agreement would be void again.

Serena thought it over and decided to accept.

She first signed the divorce agreement in three copies and then waited for Caleb Lockwood to return from his business trip abroad.

This time... she and Caleb Lockwood were really going to get divorced.

Sitting in the office, Serena looked at the divorce agreement beside her and felt a sense of reflection in her heart.

She wouldn’t miss Caleb Lockwood, and she certainly wouldn’t miss her shattered marriage.

What Serena felt was a pity was just her entire decade of youth and love.

The phone rang once, it was Caleb Lockwood’s reply.

The reply contained only one word:

Okay.

Precious with words, cold as frost.

Serena sighed.

Having arranged a time with Caleb Lockwood, Serena took the divorce agreement and drove to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Meanwhile, Caleb Lockwood was also driving, but Claire Shaw was sitting in his car; he wanted to drop Claire Shaw home first.

The industrial park was somewhat far from the Civil Affairs Bureau, and there was a traffic jam on the way. Serena waited at the red light in her car, feeling restless inside.

Then, a phone call came in.

Initially, Serena thought it might be Caleb Lockwood arriving first and contacting her because he was impatient.

Turns out the incoming call showed an unknown number.

"Hello?"

Serena answered the phone using her Bluetooth headset.

"Is this Miss Serena Jennings?"

"I am."

"Hello, Miss Jennings, this is Serene Meadows Nursing Home. We deeply apologize, but a new intern made a mistake, and your mother has secretly run away from the nursing home..."

"What?!"

Serena nearly slammed on the brakes after she passed the intersection.

"We are extremely sorry, we have already contacted the police, because last time you mentioned that any issues should be reported to you first instead of President Lockwood, so..."

Serena couldn’t pay attention to anything beyond that.

Her mother had run away!

Even though her mother had periods of coherence before, she was sometimes lucid, sometimes confused. Running away like this would definitely lead to trouble!

Serena sharply turned the steering wheel, her white BMW three-series beautifully rounded the corner.

This road was not heading towards the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Inside the emperor blue Bentley.

Claire Shaw was smiling brightly.

"Caleb, are you going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to finalize the divorce today?"

"Yes."

Seeing Caleb Lockwood nod without a moment’s hesitation, Claire Shaw secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally... they’re getting divorced...

The day she had eagerly awaited was finally arriving!

Claire Shaw couldn’t contain her joy and excitement inside, but on the surface, she still maintained a calm demeanor, especially in front of Caleb Lockwood.

As they approached her home ahead, Caleb Lockwood’s phone suddenly rang.

Caleb Lockwood pressed the answer button on the steering wheel directly.

"Hello, is this Mr. Caleb Lockwood?"

The man’s voice emitted from the car system surprised Claire Shaw.

"I am," Caleb Lockwood replied.

"This is the City Center Hospital, your wife Miss Serena Jennings was just in a car accident. She was speeding on the way to find her missing mother and collided with a truck. She has now been sent to the ICU for emergency rescue. Family needs to come over to sign the paperwork."

The hospital staff seemed accustomed to such matters; their tone was bureaucratic, without any trace of sympathy or regret.

In the car, all was silent.

Even Claire Shaw sitting in the passenger seat was amazed.

However, Caleb Lockwood’s expression remained unchanged.

"I understand."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Caleb, let’s hurry to the hospital to check on Serena!"

Claire Shaw hurriedly said.

She wanted to see if Serena could make it out of the ICU.

It would be best if she died in there, once and for all.

However, Caleb Lockwood drove silently to her building.

"Caleb, don’t you want me to go to the hospital?"

Before getting out of the car, Claire Shaw turned to ask Caleb Lockwood, her eyes filled with a sense of being untrusted.

"No."

Caleb Lockwood shook his head.

"It’s me who’s not going to the hospital."

"What?"

Claire Shaw was astonished.

"I have some matters to attend to first, so I’m not going to the hospital yet. I’ll go over after I’m done."

Caleb Lockwood’s tone was calm, neither cold nor warm, making it difficult for Claire Shaw to decipher.

Serena had gotten into a car accident and was sent to the ICU, her fate uncertain, yet Caleb Lockwood actually said he needed to handle other matters first before heading to the hospital?

Claire Shaw found it incredible yet felt a surge of secret joy in her heart.

It seems, Caleb Lockwood truly doesn’t care for Serena one bit.

Not only does he not care, he doesn’t even care whether she’s dead or alive.

Claire Shaw couldn’t help but want to laugh, but laughing at this moment would be too disrespectful; it could only leave a negative impression in Caleb Lockwood’s mind.

"Then Caleb, be careful on your way, and keep me updated with any developments at the hospital, you know I want to be there with you. If needed, I’m even willing to assist at the hospital; I’m not that narrow-minded, in such situations, one more person is one more help!"

Claire Shaw’s attitude was sincere, Caleb Lockwood nodded after hearing her.

"Okay, I’ll contact you then."

The emperor blue Bentley disappeared from Claire Shaw’s view. She stood still, arms crossed, unable to contain her pride and joy inside.

"What a fitting end for a wretched soul!"

Serena, this time, just die on the operating table!

Cupid’s Royal International Wedding Manor.

Cynthia Fulton emerged from the changing room.

"Justin, what do you think of this one?"

She lifted her large skirt and struck a pose in front of Justin Nash.

Justin Nash merely glanced at Cynthia Fulton, said "very beautiful," and then continued to play on his phone.

This was his reaction since Cynthia Fulton tried on the first set of wedding attire.

Now, she was already on her seventh set.

Cynthia Fulton wasn’t stupid and wouldn’t deceive herself.

She was well aware that Justin Nash’s thoughts weren’t on her.

The two had originally met through an arranged marriage, a family alliance, lacking emotional foundation, so this reaction was normal.

However, Cynthia Fulton didn’t want to concede.

She received elite education from childhood to adulthood, and she wanted to choose a husband who matched her status and elite background.

Justin Nash, whether in terms of status or appearance and age, perfectly met her criteria.

Cynthia Fulton didn’t claim to be particularly fond of Justin Nash.

Men were never to be loved.

Men were to be conquered.

Cynthia Fulton didn’t believe that with her conditions, Justin Nash wouldn’t fall for her.

If not now, certainly in the future.

"Justin, I have changed into ten different wedding dresses, which one do you think looks best?"

"Everything looks good."

Justin Nash’s response was perfunctory, yet Cynthia Fulton smiled.

"I can’t possibly take photos in all ten sets, changing is too exhausting, and the photographer says we have to choose one as the main wedding dress."

Even after saying this, Justin Nash still didn’t know how to respond.

Cynthia Fulton had chosen every gown, all stunning and luxuriously elegant, entirely consisting of large train designs, either encrusted with crystals and diamonds or elaborately laced.

Looking at them, Justin Nash felt each was nearly the same.

He stood up from the sofa and picked the most understated design among the dazzling array of dresses—

Without embellishment, purely white satin princess square-neck small train wedding dress.

"Why not try this one?" Justin Nash suggested.

Cynthia Fulton liked this dress the least, it was too simple, but since Justin Nash recommended it, she gladly took it and went into the fitting room.

In truth, Justin Nash himself didn’t think this wedding dress suited Cynthia Fulton.

He thought it fit Serena Jennings.

Inside the changing room, while switching dresses, Cynthia Fulton seemed to hear Justin Nash answer a phone call outside.

"Justin, I’m ready."

She walked out of the changing room wearing the gown Justin Nash chose for her.

Outside, Justin Nash, who was supposed to be sitting on the sofa waiting for her, was nowhere to be seen.