Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194

Zoya tell quiet.

Gilbert’s voice grew more urgent. “Ms. Lucero, if Mr. Richmond keeps refusing to go to the hospital, ever if his fingers are treated, he could be left with some lasting damage. He might even lose the use of his whole

hand.”

After a long silence, Zoya finally asked, “Where is he?”

“He’s still at the apartment you two share,” Gilbert replied.

Zoya didn’t say another word and just hung up.

She was the one who snapped Wren’s fingers. At the time, all she cared about was getting out of there. She never actually meant to cripple his hand or leave him disabled.

She drove over to the apartment.

It used to feel like home, but now it just felt foreign.

Gilbert was waiting at the door. The moment he saw Zoya, he practically rushed to greet her.

He said, “Mr. Richmond’s inside, Ms. Lucero. I’ve never seen him like this before. No matter what happened, I just hope you can forgive him…”

Zoya cut him off, “Gilbert, what happens between Wren and I is none of your business.”

Gilbert instantly realized he’d crossed a line and kept his mouth shut.

Zoya opened the apartment door and stepped inside.

The living room coffee table was scattered with empty wine bottles.

Wren lay slumped on the couch, looking like he’d passed out, still dressed in yesterday’s clothes.

His right hand dangled over the side, three fingers crooked and unnaturally bent.

Those were the very fingers Zoya had snapped.

Zoya’s heart clenched with guilt and pain.

Even though she ended their relationship, that didn’t mean she could just turn off her feelings overnight.

Zoya walked over and looked down at his familiar face. Even passed out, drunk, his brows were still drawn tight, twisted in pain.

On his right wrist, he was still wearing the bracelet she’d planned to give him for his birthday.

Her eyes grew misty. Just a couple of days ago, she’d been thinking about how to celebrate his birthday with

him. She wanted to be the one to put that bracelet on his wrist.

But in just two days, everything had changed.

“Wren,” she bent down and called his name softly.

“Wren!” she called out again, this time with urgency.

But his eyes stayed closed, and he didn’t respond.

Zoya sighed. She was planning on taking him to the hospital anyway, so with him still out cold, she might as well just haul him over there.

She was just about to lift his left arm when she suddenly noticed he was still holding a card tightly in his left

hand.

The card was held close against his chest.

Zoya paused for a moment. She’d written her wishes on that card for him.

Her nose stung, a wave of emotion welling up inside her.

She reached out, wanting to slip the card from his grasp.

But his hand instinctively tightened around the card, refusing to let go. Even with his eyes still shut, he kept slurring under his breath, “Don’t go, Zozo. Please don’t leave…”

He slowly curled up, hugging the card to his chest like it was his lover.

Zoya stood there, stunned, before reminding herself this was just about getting him to the hospital.

With a determined effort, she managed to pull him upright.

Since his left hand was locked tight around the card, she had no choice but to grab his right arm and let his whole weight slump against her.

Wren was tall and broad-shouldered, and with all that drunken dead weight, he felt impossibly heavy.

Any ordinary woman wouldn’t have stood a chance lifting him.

As soon as Zoya finally managed to drag Wren outside, Gilbert rushed forward to help her keep their boss upright.

“Zozo…” Wren kept murmuring her name, clinging to her like she was his lifeline, his weight pressing closer every step.

Even in his drunken haze, his body was drawn by the comfort of her warmth.

As they stumbled forward, his lips sometimes grazed her neck. Each of his whispers made Zoya’s chest ache even more, her nose stinging with bitter emotion.

After getting in the car, Gilbert took the wheel up front, while Zoya helped Wren into the back seat. As she leaned over to fasten his seatbelt, she suddenly saw his sharp, crimson-tinged eyes glazed with drunkenness and a hint of longing.

‘Is he awake?’ Zoya was taken aback as she thought.

Wren just stared at her. When Zoya tried to put some distance between them, his battered right hand with three broken fingers instinctively shot out and grabbed hold of her wrist.

Zoya froze up, her gaze flickering over his injured hand, a flood of guilt and unease swirling in her chest.

With his three fingers broken, she could easily break free from his grip, but doing so might only make his injury worse.

“Wren, let go. I don’t want you getting hurt even worse,” Zoya said softly.

“Is this a dream?” Wren stared at her, clutching her wrist like if he let go, she’d disappear all over again.

“It’s not a dream. Gilbert called and told me you refused to go to the hospital, so I came to get your hand taken care of,” she explained.

He stared at her for a long moment before finally whispering, “I don’t need treatment. Just consider this my punishment for everything I’ve done.

“Even if these three fingers end up ruined, it’s fine. Zozo, I told you before. Whatever punishment you give me, I’ll accept.”

Zoya pressed her lips together. “I never wanted to punish you. I just acted on impulse and broke your fingers. So it’s on me to make sure you get treatment at the hospital.”

Gilbert, who was sitting up front, was stunned.

Gilbert thought, ‘So Ms. Lucero was the one who actually broke Mr. Richmond’s fingers?

‘I heard yesterday that Mr. Richmond and Ms. Lucero had a fight because of Daphne, and apparently, it was also related to Ms. Lucero’s missing brother.’

When Gilbert couldn’t reach Wren today, he headed over to the apartment. After seeing the state Wren was in and realizing no amount of persuasion would get him to budge, Gilbert ended up calling Zoya for help.

“So, you don’t even want to punish me now?” Wren murmured, his voice thick with a kind of sorrow that cut deep.

Zoya lowered her eyes. “Wren, I don’t have any right to punish you.”

“But what if you did? Zozo, what if I wanted you to punish me?” he asked.

Zoya asked back, her words sharp with bitterness, “For what? Because you didn’t save my brother? Or because you lied to me?

“If it’s about my brother, I’ve already told you that you were never obligated to save him. As for your lies, we’re

already done. What’s the point of punishment now?”

“So you’re really going to break up with me? You wrote on this card, wishing me peace and safety. You said you wanted to grow old together with me!” Wren cried out, suddenly lifting the card he’d been clutching.

Zoya stared at the line she’d written, emotions swirling in her eyes.

Just reading those words made her feel even more heartache.

“But I honestly don’t know how to face you anymore,” she murmured, her voice heavy with regret and pain.

In that moment, Wren’s eyes clouded over, all the light draining away, leaving nothing but emptiness.

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