CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 60 TAKE HER AWAY

"Mom, what are you doing!"

Lucas Hughes really didn’t expect his mom to get so emotional, pulling out a kitchen knife.

"Son, listen to me, I’m doing this for your good. Divorce this woman, or sooner or later, she will bring you bad luck! Boohoo..."

Lydia Woods, a woman from the countryside, was extremely superstitious and was afraid Chloe Simpson would bring harm to her son.

"Fine, you’re all pushing me! You’re all pushing me, right? Then let’s all die together! I won’t live anymore anyway, no woman would marry me!"

Lucas Hughes was really at his wit’s end, reaching out to flip the table over.

"What? Son, what did you say? You’re not able? You... what’s wrong?"

Lydia Woods was so stunned that the kitchen knife fell to the ground with a clang.

Oscar Hughes’ face also turned green, and he shouted, "What do you mean you’re not able?"

Lucas Hughes held his head and squatted down, overwhelmed with sorrow: "I don’t know what’s wrong, it’s just that after marrying Chloe Simpson, I found out that I can’t function."

He certainly didn’t dare to tell his parents about the time he got hurt by some thugs back in the day.

Lydia Woods looked shocked: "Son, aren’t you an expert in this field? Didn’t you study medicine focused on this? You can’t cure your own illness?"

"It’s precisely because I’m an expert in this field that I know treating this illness isn’t that easy, so I can’t divorce Chloe Simpson."

"This woman is easy to deal with, and I can easily handle her now. She hasn’t suspected anything, but if it were another woman, it might not be the same. Don’t worry, once I’m cured, I’ll definitely divorce her."

"Of course, if she finds out she has AIDS, don’t worry, she’ll come to me for a divorce on her own. I know her, it’ll save me the trouble then..."

Lucas Hughes reassured them with a grim face, and it wasn’t until then that Lydia Woods and Oscar Hughes stopped causing a fuss.

Still, they were not at ease, repeatedly warning Lucas Hughes to keep his distance from Chloe Simpson until her blood test results came out.

"Alright, I know, I’m a doctor, of course, I know how to prevent it. Alright, I’ve been working all day, I’m tired, I’m going to sleep."

Lucas Hughes impatiently brushed them off with a few words and went back to his room to rest.

But lying in bed, no matter how he turned, he couldn’t fall asleep, how could such a thing happen so suddenly.

All his plans were disrupted.

Originally, he planned to find that man from the emergency room who liked Chloe Simpson today and start executing the plan he came up with last night, but it seemed now he had to postpone it.

At Ansun Hospital, once it was time to get off work, everyone else left.

Only Chloe Simpson remained, staring blankly at Alexander Johnson’s office in the distance, her mind in complete turmoil.

In the afternoon, she had been worried about the Johnson Family coming to make trouble, concerned that Lucas Hughes and their respective parents would be implicated because of her.

After all, Alexander Johnson contracted AIDS to save her.

Now that she calmed down, her mind was filled with Alexander Johnson’s words from the afternoon, if he had contracted AIDS, what about her?

Last night she hadn’t done anything with Alexander Johnson, but she clearly remembered scratching his back while she struggled.

Blood is also a way AIDS can be transmitted.

Now, it was almost certain that Alexander Johnson had contracted AIDS.

If she had also contracted AIDS...

Heh, Chloe Simpson couldn’t help but give a bitter smile.

Is it fate playing tricks on her, or is it that the heavens favor her and want her to be free?

Dying along with Alexander Johnson would mean she wouldn’t have to struggle anymore, nor suffer the daily torment from marriage, infidelity, affairs.

It would just be hard on Lucas.

Being with her for a whole five years, having given so much, they had originally planned to walk through life together and grow old, but in the end, it turned out like this.

While she was feeling miserable, the clatter of high heels resonating on the ground reached her ears.

"Are you Chloe Simpson?"

Chloe Simpson looked up toward the office door, and walking in was a woman in a black business suit, followed by several strong bodyguards.

"Yes, and you are?" Chloe Simpson nodded, politely inquiring.

The woman seemed to be in her forties or fifties, but was very well-maintained, with smooth skin, likely due to regular beauty treatments.

"..."

The woman didn’t rush to answer Chloe Simpson, instead, she stood there scrutinizing her.

From top to bottom, her gaze was full of hostility, disdain, and scorn.

Chloe Simpson felt uneasy, sensing danger closing in.

"You..."

As soon as she was about to speak, she only managed to utter a word before the woman raised her hand and slapped her hard.

"Ah!"

Chloe Simpson was caught completely off guard, the slap knocking her to the ground.

Her mind was buzzing, and before she could even process it, the woman’s order came through.

"Take her away!"