"You were the one who insisted on fulfilling the engagement and marrying Frederick. No one forced you," Arthur said angrily. "As long as Mr. Foster doesn't divorce you, you can't leave him."
Lydia laughed mockingly. "You won't let me get a divorce? But your other daughter is practically foaming at the mouth to take my place."
"Sierra?" Arthur looked momentarily guilty. "She's just acting out."
"You and I both know she's not just acting out."
"If I get a divorce, doesn't that open up the perfect spot for your precious daughter?" Lydia pushed past Arthur and strode toward the exit. "I am getting this divorce, and no one is going to stop me!"
Behind her, Arthur shouted in a furious panic, "You ungrateful brat! I've already put the word out to every lawyer in Averton. Anyone who dares take your case makes an enemy of Arthur Sutton!"
"Look at what happened to Quentin Wade. That's the perfect example."
"No one will take your case. You're going to sit down and be a good Mrs. Foster!"
Lydia glanced back at her enraged father.
No, her father died the day he brought that woman and her daughter home.
If she couldn't hire a lawyer, she would represent herself in court!
Stepping out of the coffee shop, Lydia received a call from Harrison.
Her mother was awake.
Pushing down her dark mood, she hurried back to the hospital.
To her surprise, over a dozen doctors were standing on standby outside Madeline's room. They nodded politely when they saw her.
A bad feeling immediately settled in her gut. She quickly pushed open the door and saw her mother lying in bed. Although her face was pale, she looked remarkably alert.
So, what were all those doctors doing here?
"Mom, are you feeling better?" She let out a breath of relief, walking over to the bed and gently taking her mother's hand. "Are you in any pain?"
Madeline's gaze swept across her face, her expression serious. "Julian, Harrison, please give us a moment."

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