No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 143

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**TITLE: My Heart Waited Too Long and Choosing Freedom 143**
**CONTENT: Chapter 143 Join Him.**

Grace stood frozen for a brief moment, her mind racing as she muttered under her breath, “Well, at least Ethan is finally giving Amelia some attention. I suppose that’s something to be grateful for.”

Deep down, Grace didn’t harbor any fondness for Amelia. Yet, when she compared her to Hannah—who was already divorced and had a child—Amelia seemed to shine in a more favorable light. The contrast was undeniable, and it was a comfort to Grace that Amelia appeared to be a more stable choice for Ethan.

Fiona, however, remained silent. A soft sigh escaped her lips, one that echoed in the chambers of her heart. Grace had a knack for seeing only what lay on the surface, never bothering to delve deeper into the complexities of people’s lives.

With the health supplements they had brought in hand, they entered the elevator, the doors sliding shut with a soft ding. As they ascended to the floor where Hannah’s hospital room awaited them, an unsettling feeling began to gnaw at Fiona’s insides.

The moment they stepped out of the elevator, a cacophony of sharp voices reached their ears, slicing through the sterile air of the hospital. The arguing was unmistakable, and it was coming from the direction of Hannah’s room.

They exchanged a quick glance, a silent agreement passing between them, and hastened their steps down the long corridor. Each stride brought them closer, and the words became clearer, sharper.

“Hannah, Isla is our granddaughter! You can’t even take care of yourself right now—what right do you have to raise her?” The voice was commanding and filled with disdain; it had to be Francesca Boyd, Jack’s mother.

Then came Hannah’s voice, trembling and filled with anguish. “Francesca, please… Please don’t take Isla away from me. She’s my everything… I only have her…”

Fiona’s heart ached for Hannah as she envisioned her friend’s pale face, the tremors of despair coursing through her body.

“Your ‘everything’?” Francesca sneered, her laughter cold and cutting as she looked down at Hannah. “Your ‘everything’ is worth nothing! You already cursed Jack to death, and now you want to drag Isla down with you? Absolutely not! Either you hand her over, or…”

Francesca’s eyes glinted with a greedy light, a look that sent chills down Fiona’s spine.

In that moment of desperation, Hannah rolled off the hospital bed, collapsing to her knees before Francesca. She clung to her leg, her voice breaking as she pleaded, “Francesca! Please!” Her forehead struck the cold floor repeatedly, a gesture of utter desperation. “Isla can’t lose me. I’ll do anything. Just don’t take her!”

Anyone witnessing this heart-wrenching scene would surely feel a pang of sympathy for Hannah, whose vulnerability was laid bare for all to see.

Yet, Francesca seemed to revel in Hannah’s misery. She looked down at her, a cruel smile spreading across her face, as though Hannah’s suffering was a source of delight for her.