Chapter 110: Chapter 110

"So, Lily, this is the most genuine reaction to liking someone. This is also why I’m willing to wait for you and run towards you—don’t say you don’t like me, how could I not see that you like me, like crazy."

These words echoed in my mind all night long.

I don’t even remember how Daniel Carter sent me back, nor do I remember what we said when we parted.

Because all my senses were immersed in the shock and shyness brought by these words, my brain completely lost functionality.

After revealing our feelings, Daniel Carter expressed his emotions more directly.

Whenever he’s free, he sends me messages or calls me.

He cares about whether I’ve eaten and whether Grandma’s health is improving.

Occasionally, he talks about his work, mentioning a successful collaboration or a breakthrough in research.

After my car was repaired, when I went to the service center to collect my car, I voluntarily gave him a call.

After all, it was his driver who helped to send my car for repair that night, so it was only right to inform him.

"It’s good that it’s repaired. The service center has given your car a comprehensive maintenance, so there shouldn’t be any issues in the short term. However, when there’s a chance, I’ll order you a new car," Daniel Carter said calmly and gently on the phone.

His casual tone made ordering a car seem as effortless as buying a cabbage.

I was taken aback and asked puzzledly, "Why order me a car? My car is quite good."

"The car is fine, but now our relationship is different." He chuckled and continued, "Consider it a token of our relationship."

A token of our relationship?

I was startled by the term, my heart skipping a beat, "What nonsense are you talking about, who’s in a relationship with you?"

"Isn’t it just a matter of time? That’s why I’m ordering it early, by the time the car arrives, we should have defined our relationship."

I was driving and couldn’t lose focus, so I forced myself to stay calm and said, "What if not?"

"I won’t let any ’what if’ happen."

I pressed my lips tightly, wanting to argue but feeling a sweet ripple in my heart.

He always inadvertently reveals a strong and domineering side within his gentle, reserved, and humble demeanor, managing it just right to achieve the effect without causing annoyance.

I remained silent for quite a while, no longer struggling with the definition of our relationship, instead returning to the initial topic, "Well... there’s really no need for you to order a car for me. If I need it in a few years, I’ll change it myself."

"A few years? I can’t wait that long."

Daniel Carter had a knack for bringing the topic back around, earnestly saying, "Once we’re officially together, there’s no telling when I’ll be riding in your car, so for safety reasons, it’s better to change it sooner."

Is that what he meant!

I remembered the day we had seafood hotpot, when he confessed his wealth, he mentioned that his cars are specially modified and reinforced.

So is he being proactive?

Thinking ahead to order me a car, also specially modified and reinforced—to ensure safety for when he rides in my car in the future?

I was dumbstruck, unsure how to respond.

After all, I don’t understand cars, they are merely a tool for commuting.

Even if I did understand, I wouldn’t know the level of safety modifications needed to meet his standards.

So honestly, I can’t handle this.

"Then... we can talk about it later," after the surprise, I responded hesitantly.

"Yes, there’s no rush, but we still have to plan. Don’t worry, you don’t have to worry about it, just drive when the car arrives."

He stuck to his guns, so I could only respond with silence.

In the past few days, my aunt and I took turns staying at the hospital to take care of Grandma, and due to Daniel Carter’s previous help, the hospital assigned the best doctors and provided the best treatment plan.

A week later, Grandma’s health significantly improved, she regained her spirits and was ready to be discharged.

I arrived at the hospital early in the morning, processed the discharge papers for Grandma, and accompanied her home with Aunt.

On the way, Grandma casually mentioned the matter of her friend’s help in finding a doctor, asking if I had properly thanked them.

I glanced in the rearview mirror and quickly nodded, "Don’t worry Grandma, I treated them to a meal."

Aunt also looked at me through the rearview mirror and asked directly, "The person who helped, is it that Mr. Carter?"

I instinctively glanced at Aunt, wanting to deny but hesitating.

If Daniel Carter and I were truly to be together soon, Grandma and Aunt needed to know eventually, so why not give them a heads-up now?

Thus, I replied in a low "Hmm."

Aunt was immediately puzzled, "What does that Mr. Carter mean by this? Is he pursuing you?"

I felt even more hesitant, finally saying after a moment of thought, "He... seems to have that intention, but I think our backgrounds don’t match, it’s unrealistic."

Grandma nodded, "Indeed... the Carter Family, what kind of family is that, we can’t possibly reach them. The Gordon Family dared to bully you like that, if the Carter Family wanted to do something to you in the future, you’d have no way to fight back."

"It won’t be like that, Grandma, the Carter Family has a good family culture, and Daniel Carter is very upright." I instinctively refuted, instinctively speaking up for the Carter Family.

In the rearview mirror, Aunt’s expression subtly changed, "Lily, have you already fallen for him?"

"I... haven’t, I’m just stating facts." I denied it guiltily.

As for why I denied it, I sensed Grandma and Aunt clearly don’t approve of me with Daniel Carter.

Grandma sighed, seeming worried for me.

After a moment of silence in the car, Aunt suddenly remembered something. "By the way, how’s your divorce case with Adrian Gordon going?"

This question jolted my mind.

After thinking for a moment, I suddenly realized tomorrow was the last day!

If Adrian doesn’t appeal, then we will be officially divorced!

"After tomorrow, I will be completely done with him."

"That’s good." Aunt and Grandma both exhaled in relief, then sighed again, "It’s hard for you to escape the cage, but don’t rush into another sugar-coated trap."

"Mm, I understand," knowing what Grandma is worried about, I immediately stated, "I will consider carefully, I don’t plan to get into another relationship anytime soon."

After sending Grandma home, I had a simple meal and rushed back to work.

After checking the calendar, I was very sure tomorrow is the last day of the appeal period.

After tomorrow, everything will be settled.

My heart suddenly sped up, feeling strangely nervous, praying in my heart that Adrian Gordon won’t appeal, please don’t appeal.

However, things didn’t go as hoped.

Near the end of my workday, I received a call from a landline.

I answered politely, but the content conveyed on the other end was like a bucket of cold water while simultaneously fueling a fire of anger.

The court informed me that my divorce case with Adrian Gordon is about to enter the second trial—because Adrian filed an appeal yesterday!

I dropped the phone, my thoughts entirely consumed in anger.

When I came to my senses, my first reaction was to call Adrian Gordon and give him a piece of my mind!

However, just as I was about to dial the number, reason suddenly returned to my brain.

Instead of wasting my breath arguing with Adrian Gordon, I’d better pull a ruthless move myself!

I retrieved the surveillance video of Amanda Gordon drugging me from my computer and sent it to my phone, then got up and headed straight to the police station.

I’m going to file a report, accusing Amanda Gordon of the crime of administering dangerous substances.

Actually, after consulting with a lawyer, I learned that Amanda Gordon’s actions alone might not constitute this crime, as her actions didn’t cause serious consequences for me.

But if the police can link her act of administering unknown substances to me with her other case of assault, then Amanda Gordon’s guilt could be solidified.

More tragically, Amanda Gordon suffered both physical and mental trauma after the assault.

If she’s questioned by the police now, it would undoubtedly add insult to injury for her.

Olivia Gray would be heartbroken!

But I couldn’t care less, who asked their son to do this to me?

I drove straight to the police station, filed a report under my real name, and submitted the surveillance video to the police.

The police expressed confusion, asking me why I hadn’t come to report earlier.

I told them the truth: "Their family begged me, plus Miss Gordon got her due retribution, so I intended to let it go, but they escalated and increasingly bullied me, so I decided to report it."

The police accepted the case and, after reviewing the surveillance footage, immediately sent officers to the Gordon Family to bring in the person.

I stayed at the police station to make a detailed statement. After the statement was done, as I just walked out of the office area, I saw Olivia Gray accompanying Amanda Gordon, sitting in the conference room.

The conference room had glass walls, and when Olivia Gray saw me, she erupted like a volcano, getting up and rushing out—

"Lily Miller! You heartless snake! Are you trying to drive my daughter to death to stop your vengeance?"

Olivia Gray, with a fierce demeanor, was about to pounce on me but was promptly stopped by the officer in front of me. Her hysterical curses still echoed through the office.

I stood pale and cold, waited for her to finish cursing, then spoke: "It was your son who pushed me; you might as well save your curses for him."

"Nonsense! You’re the vicious one; you’re taking revenge on our family!"

"Say whatever you like. Anyway, as long as your son doesn’t divorce me, I’ll latch onto this case. Even if it takes three months, after that if I file again, the court will definitely grant the divorce. But if your daughter is found guilty, it won’t just be about three months in jail."

I just asked the officer handling the case.

In Amanda Gordon’s case, because it didn’t cause me serious harm, it could be seen as a minor offense.

If I agreed to an out-of-court settlement, it might end with her getting probation, not needing to go to jail, just staying at home every day.

But if I don’t agree to a settlement, no matter what, she would have to serve at least a year or two.

For someone with the status of the Eldest Miss Gordon, even if she could endure prison life,

just the stigma of being imprisoned is enough to socially kill her, making her an outcast in high society.

Losing her dignity and going to prison would make her life afterwards a living hell.

Before I finished speaking, Amanda Gordon also stormed out of the conference room.

I thought she was going to rush at me, but to my surprise, she grabbed Olivia Gray, screaming like a lunatic: "It’s all because of my brother! Why does he insist on that woman! I’m his real sister, he doesn’t care if I live or die, and insists on having that shameless woman! And you all protect him! You’re all biased! I might as well be dead!"

Amanda Gordon threw a tantrum and screamed, not finishing her words before she turned and tried to slam her head against the wall.

The police officer was shocked and hurriedly stopped her.

Olivia Gray was also terrified, holding her daughter and wailing: "When did I ever favor boys over girls, your brother is sick, he has an illness, what can we do..."

"It’s all your fault! Lily Miller! You said you deleted that video!" Olivia Gray suddenly turned her vicious gaze on me, putting the blame on me once again.

I was suddenly enlightened!

So Adrian Gordon dared to appeal, thinking I no longer had evidence of Amanda Gordon’s drugging.

That means when Preston Gordon caught me in the hospital parking lot and had that conversation, it was deliberate?

I felt a chill throughout my body, suddenly realizing the lingering danger.

I used to think that Preston Gordon was the only normal one left in the Gordon Family, with some conscience.

Who knew, he’s just as bad, even more cunning and insidious.

"I indeed deleted the video from my phone and cloud at that time, Preston Gordon personally checked. But dealing with your family, how could I not be prepared?" I sneered and retorted calmly.

Right after, my phone rang.

Looking closely, it was Daniel Carter calling.

It wasn’t convenient to answer, so I had to hang up.

The Gordon women continued causing a scene, but the police stopped them and took them inside for statements.

My task was temporarily complete, so after a polite farewell to the police, I left the station.

Just as I got back to my car, Daniel Carter called again.

I had no choice but to answer: "Hello..."

"Why did you hang up? Still busy?" Daniel Carter asked with concern.

I rested one hand on the steering wheel, sighed softly, "Yeah, very busy, just came out of the police station."

"What happened?" Daniel Carter’s tone immediately became tense.

I didn’t hesitate much and calmly said, "Adrian Gordon filed an appeal, the divorce case is going for a second trial, in my anger, I submitted the evidence of his sister setting me up to the police."

"What?" Even the always composed Daniel Carter was surprised after hearing this, "He still refuses to divorce?"

"Where are you going now, back home?"

"I’ll come find you."

With Daniel Carter’s personality, even if I refused, he would still come over.

After hanging up, I drove home. Latest content published on novel·fire.net

Halfway there, my phone rang again, I glanced at the car display screen and frowned deeply.

He still dared to call me?

I answered, directly mocking, "What, is President Gordon calling to apologize and reconcile?"

Adrian Gordon was furious, starting with a reprimand: "Lily Miller, you’re getting more cunning, daring to say one thing to my face and doing another behind my back, deceiving my father."

"Can’t help it, none of you in the Gordon Family are any good, dealing with you without being cautious, I’d be sold and not even know it."

"What do you mean none of us in the Gordon Family are good? Weren’t I nice to you before? Wasn’t my mom good to you? You’re such an ingrate!" Adrian Gordon actually had the nerve to scold me.

"You were good to me before just to coax me into donating blood, I only blame myself for being too naive then to see through you." I sneered, directly exposing them.

Then, without waiting for Adrian Gordon to argue, I continued, "Up until now, did you think I don’t understand your family’s motives? Your illness relapsed, with your special blood type, isn’t it just because you want to keep me and force me to continue donating blood to keep you alive? All along, your refusal to break up was also based on this, right? Only before you pretended, now you’ve completely torn off the pretense, not even bothering to act anymore."