The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 99

A maid pulled out an envelope, hurrying over to Preston and handing it to him with both hands.

"Someone slipped this into Mrs. Hayes's room.

She's been unwell lately, and the moment she read it, the shock was too much...

She collapsed right then and there."

Preston took the letter. His expression turned unreadable before his gaze shifted, locking onto Chloe.

Chloe snatched it from his grasp.

As her eyes scanned the page, her brow furrowed in dismay.

There it was, in black and white—a full disclosure of her impending divorce from Preston.

Percival glared at her, his eyes cold and unforgiving.

"The proof is right in front of you, Chloe.

What do you have to say for yourself?

Are you really going to deny that you wrote this just to trigger Eleonora?"

It was a massive, baseless accusation, dumped squarely on her shoulders without a second thought.

Chloe met his stare, forcing herself to remain calm.

"Sir, you have zero proof.

Why would you automatically assume I wrote this?

I filed for divorce, yes, but I promised you I'd keep it from Grandma.

Why would I deliberately try to upset her?"

"Besides, this isn't even my handwriting. You can't just pin this on me without any evidence. I won't accept it."

Percival's stare was icy and piercing, as if trying to strip away all her defenses.

Ever since she had brought up the divorce, he had been entirely suspicious of her motives.

After all, a woman who had calculated her way into a wealthy family wouldn't just walk away so easily.

He knew it.

Now that push had come to shove, she couldn't help but play her dirty little tricks.

"Proof?" He scoffed.

"Shut your mouth!" Percival roared, utterly furious.

"You know Eleonora is in the hospital fighting for her life, yet you deliberately bring this up right outside the operating room! You are truly vile!"

He broke into a violent fit of coughing.

A nearby maid rushed over to steady him, helping him toward the adjacent waiting lounge to sit down.

"Mr. Hayes, please calm down. Don't risk your own health!"

Chloe's retort was completely cut off. She swallowed back her words, a suffocating weight pressing down on her chest.

Suddenly, she realized Preston was staring at her.

His gaze was dark and conflicted, as if he were trying to dissect her soul. Her temper flared again.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you actually think I wrote it?"

Preston parted his lips to speak, but before he could, the operating room doors swung open.

Everyone immediately crowded around the doctor.

Thankfully, Eleonora was stable. The doctor strictly warned them that her body was extremely weak and she could not handle any more emotional shocks.