Chapter 58: Chapter 58

I stared at him, my expression as if I was looking at a monster, with my understanding shattered once again.

"It’s the first time I’ve heard someone speak of infidelity so gloriously and selflessly, as if it were a heroic deed. Adrian Gordon, how you choose is your business, I have no right to interfere, but my choice is also my business, and you have no right to interfere. I have already told you my choice—divorce, with no room for maneuver."

Adrian Gordon maintained that resolute tone, "I disagree, even if you sue in court, as long as I disagree, the court won’t grant the divorce."

"True, the court mediates the first time, but it will grant the divorce the second time, it’s just a matter of dragging it out a few months." My attitude was equally resolute.

Seeing that I left no room for negotiation, Adrian Gordon was at a loss for words. After a slight pause, he changed the subject: "Lily Miller, are you in such a hurry to divorce me just so you can rush into being with Daniel Carter? We’ve spent every waking moment together, yet I didn’t detect a thing. When did you become so close with the Carter family? First Daniel Carter lent you three hundred million, then he took you home to stay the night, and now he’s inviting you to the Carter family’s banquet. What kind of family is the Carter family that they would invite you? And both Daniel Carter’s mother and sister view you favorably, protecting and siding with you."

The more Adrian Gordon spoke, the more furious he became, and his face grew increasingly twisted.

That day at the Carter family’s banquet, when I encountered Olivia Gray and her daughter, I knew Adrian Gordon would come to know of these matters.

Sure enough, today he’s found the opportunity to slander me.

Fortunately, Daniel Carter was considerate and didn’t make any "compensatory" moves toward me when my relationship with Adrian Gordon was harmonious.

And fortunately, my character was upright, my actions discipline, wholeheartedly with Adrian Gordon, with no incriminating evidence left behind.

Otherwise, I would definitely have been slandered by them as a fickle woman with a tainted reputation.

"Adrian Gordon, when I was with you, I gave everything with a clear conscience. Don’t think you can randomly slander and accuse me with the Carter family. There’s absolutely no possibility between us, and don’t—"

Before I finished my words, the door to the hospital room was suddenly pulled open, accompanied by a high-pitched angry scream: "Lily Miller! How dare you come! You heartless snake, you left my daughter to die—you killed her—"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure rushing toward me, and my body instinctively reacted to dodge.

Shirley Turner missed and collided with a bench by the corridor, falling down in a sorry state.

Adrian Gordon’s face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly went forward to help her up, "Aunt Turner, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Shirley Turner cried until her eyes were swollen, her hair disheveled like a shrew, "Lily Miller, you won’t have a good end! Your own sister you didn’t even save, you’ll get your retribution!"

I kept a distance from her, speaking calmly, "The dead cannot be brought back to life. You should take care of your health and find some solace."

The doctor pushed out Sophie Miller, covered with a white cloth, Shirley Turner saw and immediately rushed over, crazily slapping the medical personnel, "Don’t take away my daughter! Get lost! Get lost! It’s all your incompetence that killed my daughter!"

Jason Miller and Adrian Gordon came forward together, restraining Shirley Turner from either side to pull her away from the bedside.

In the scuffle, the white cloth was almost pulled off.

I inadvertently glanced over and caught sight of the deceased Sophie Miller.

At that moment, I truly realized that a young, vibrant life had vanished in less than two months.

No wonder Shirley Turner refused to accept this harsh reality, crazily throwing a fit.

I stepped forward and carefully lifted the white cloth with both of my hands, gently covering her once more, as my final farewell to my half-sister from another mother.

I sympathized with the passing of Sophie Miller, but my life still had to go on.

After understanding the true reason behind Daniel Carter’s kindness to me, I felt deeply apologetic for my previous actions and quickly started designing clothes for him again.

Melissa Chandler came to the company to find me, and upon seeing the men’s tuxedo newly drafted in my studio, she curiously asked, "Is this for my brother?"

"Yeah, I’ve been busy and kept delaying it until now."

I put down my work, grabbed a soft tape measure, "Stand still, let me get your measurements."

Melissa Chandler chuckled, "You’re so busy, yet you’re making one for me too?"

"Of course, how could I leave you out when I’ve done one for your whole family?" I replied with a smile.

While I measured her, she joyfully chatted non-stop, starting with complaints about how her brother had been working crazy overtime and went on a business trip with no one knowing where.

Then she grumbled about Mrs. Carter arranging blind dates for her, lining up a bunch of so-called young talents, none of whom she was interested in.

I inwardly mused, no wonder there’s been no news from Daniel Carter these days, he’s been too busy with work and business trips.

"Hey Lily Miller! Come to my place for dinner this weekend, chat with my mom, it’ll distract her from keeping her eyes on me," Melissa Chandler suddenly changed the subject and invited me to Carter Manor.

After finishing her measurements, I put away the tape and helplessly declined, "I’m afraid that won’t work right now."

"Why not? Are you busy?"

"There’s a funeral in my family... according to customs, it’s inappropriate to visit others during this period." Although I didn’t have much sisterly affection for Sophie Miller, I was after all part of the Miller Family, and these taboos had to be observed.

"Oh..." Melissa Chandler looked slightly surprised, "Is it that... sister who snatched your fiancé?"

This was common knowledge.

"Did she pass away so quickly?"

"Yes, just the day before yesterday."

Melissa Chandler fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Now that she’s passed away, that man... that scumbag who abandoned you, will he regret it and try to win you back?"

I was taken aback, surprised that Melissa Chandler would think of this.

Before I could reply, she quickly said, "A good horse never goes back to old pastures, you absolutely cannot be soft-hearted and agree! A scumbag like him is of bad character, he won’t change!"

I gave a faint smile, "Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing."

Yet Melissa Chandler wouldn’t believe it, and as she left, she reminded me again, "You should never get back with him, or you’ll certainly regret it. There are plenty of good men out there, don’t hang yourself on one tree."

I was a bit speechless.

Do I really come across as such a romantic fool? So soft-hearted and naïve?

That evening, while I was working overtime in my private studio upstairs at the company, Adrian Gordon called me again.

I glanced at my phone, without hesitation, I hung up, unwilling to answer. This update is available on n0velfire.net

Who would’ve thought that just seconds later, there was a knock at the door to the studio. I turned my head amidst a pile of mannequin forms and, of all people, it was Adrian Gordon who found his way here!

I frowned, my heart filled with aversion, "What are you doing here?"

Adrian Gordon walked in, and I faintly smelled alcohol, furrowing my brows, "Have you been drinking?"

His body, though recovered, wasn’t as healthy as an average person’s.

He’d d blood several times to Sophie Miller recently, and now drinking—looks like he’s walking further down a path of self-destruction.

"A little," he responded hoarsely, his face looking weary and downcast.

I furrowed my brows more deeply and didn’t respond.

"Why didn’t you answer my calls?" he asked desolately as he walked up to me.

"There’s nothing more to say between us, other than discussing the divorce." I replied indifferently, then turned back to continue cutting fabric.

"I came to tell you that Sophie Miller’s memorial service is on Saturday at the City Funeral Home."

I looked at him, puzzled, "Are you sure you want me to go?"

"It’s up to you, I’m just informing you."

I thought, given the gravity of death, I’d buy several wreaths and elegiac couplets, make a grand gesture for the send-off, to show the magnanimity of being an elder sister.

Though Shirley Turner will definitely be furious seeing me again.

Seeing him still standing there, I looked over and coolly said, "If the conversation is over, you can leave now, I’m still busy."

Adrian Gordon didn’t move, his eyes fixed on my work, suddenly asking, "Men’s clothing? Who’s it for?"