The Transactional Marriage That Imploded novel Chapter 229

Bianca suddenly remembered the ring Mathis had pulled out on the day they finalized the divorce. Thank goodness she had completely ignored him, otherwise she'd be the one breaking down in despair right now.

Milo blurted out, "I thought someone died. Mathis has always loved Cynthia. He elevated her career to heights even her own parents couldn't achieve. He's officially divorced now, so proposing is completely normal, isn't it?"

Milo glanced at Bianca; her face was perfectly serene.

She truly didn't care, nor was she surprised.

Milo absolutely loved this reaction. It proved Mathis had been permanently exiled to the frozen wasteland of her heart.

Ingrid cried out, "Why did he choose that woman over me?! What does she have that I don't?!"

Bianca sighed softly in her heart. Love never operated on logic or reason—just like how she had once fallen hopelessly, incurably in love with Mathis.

Milo couldn't stand his sister's erratic obsession. He was angry but also felt bad for her. "Since you already know he has terrible taste, stop hanging yourself on that dead tree! Get your hand bandaged immediately. We'll deal with the rest later."

He motioned for the family doctor to step in, but Ingrid grabbed a broken steak knife from the table and pressed it against her own neck. "Stay back! If anyone comes closer, I'll slice my artery open!"

Bianca quickly covered Aveline's eyes. She deeply regretted bringing her daughter into this chaos.

She used to think Ingrid was a rational, intelligent woman. She never expected her to be this deranged.

Terrified, Milo ordered the doctor to back away. He held his hands up in surrender, pleading, "Ingrid, what exactly do you want? Mathis proposed to someone else. Hurting yourself isn't going to make him care!

"You said yourself that there are plenty of fish in the sea! You're dating Corbin now, right? Just focus on him! If you marry Corbin, you become Mathis's sister-in-law and outrank both of them. Isn't that better?"

Ingrid screamed hysterically, "Call him! Tell him to come here! I want to ask him to his face exactly what he loves about Cynthia! If you don't, I will end my life right now!"

The blade pressed deeper into her skin, slicing a shallow cut that began to seep blood.

If she severed her carotid artery, the blood would spray two meters high.

Milo frantically tried to de-escalate. "I'll call him, I'll call him! But I can't guarantee he'll actually show up!"

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