I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 228

The old man, who had always supported Steven, was now tearing him down piece by piece to build me up. Steven’s handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Mr. Lancaster Sr., still weak from surgery, drifted off to sleep after saying his piece.

Steven and I left the room. Gordon was still standing guard outside.

I was about to say something to Steven when he suddenly stumbled, his body lurching as if he was about to collapse.

“Steven!” I reacted instantly, catching him. Gordon rushed over, his face pale with alarm. “Mr. Lancaster, are you all right?”

Steven’s face was contorted in pain. His already grim expression had turned deathly white, his lips pressed into a thin, hard line.

I helped him to a chair, my brow furrowed.

“Steven, is it a headache? Why is it so severe?”

In our past life, I had been married to him for years. Aside from a sensitive stomach, he had never suffered from headaches. And from the looks of it, this one was excruciating.

What was going on?

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, but he didn’t answer.

I looked at Gordon. “Gordon, go get him registered for a doctor’s visit.”

“Right away, Ma’am,” Gordon said, his face etched with worry.

“No need,” Steven said, his voice strained but firm. “Get the car ready.”

My patience snapped. “That’s enough. You’re clearly in pain. Just see a doctor. Is someone stopping you?”

He shot me a sideways glance. “I don’t need you to meddle in my affairs.”

“Hah!”

The nerve of this guy. My kindness was being completely wasted. “You’re right,” I said sweetly. “You can’t reason with someone who has a death wish. I should learn to keep my mouth shut.”

Steven was speechless.

Gordon was speechless.

I shrugged. “Since you refuse to see a doctor, let’s go to City Hall. Grandfather won’t be upset about it anymore, so we don’t have to feel guilty. Let’s just end this and get to our respective final chapters.”

“I’ll only be gone for two days. We’ll get the divorce as soon as I’m back. Unless you beg me, that’s the final plan.”

I played it back for him, my voice flat. “This is the last time I’m trusting you. If you go back on your word again, Steven, I will make your life a living hell.”

He looked at my defiant expression, a cold smile playing on his lips.

“And you remember this: after the divorce, you are not to become my sister. You’re not worthy.”

I scoffed. “Don’t worry. I have no interest in turning my ex-husband into my brother.”

That bastard. It was like he would die if he didn’t put me down at least once a day.

But I had no intention of becoming his sister anyway. We had been married in two lifetimes, both times a disaster. The less we had to do with each other, the better.

Especially for me. I had loved him so much in my past life that I ended up with cancer, dying alone in a hospital. I wanted nothing to do with him ever again.

I stood up and walked away, not noticing the man behind me slumping back against the chair, his face a mask of pain, his eyes following me until I was out of sight.

Downstairs, I ran into Gordon. He saw that Steven wasn’t with me and asked, “Ma’am, where are you going?”