Having drank too much the night before, Willow woke up with a pounding headache.
By the time she rolled out of bed, Jade had already left for work. On the table sat a prepared breakfast and two copies of a divorce agreement.
Willow checked her phone and found a barrage of unread messages from Jade. Aside from reminding her to eat well and take care of her health, she had detailed every single clause in the divorce papers.
The document was incredibly professional and watertight, securing the maximum possible assets for Willow within the boundaries of the law.
To have drafted something this comprehensive in such a short amount of time, Jade must have stayed up the entire night.
Deeply moved, Willow didn't hesitate for a single second. She signed her name at the bottom of both copies. She then tucked them into her bag, planning to hand them to Julian in person.
With that handled, Willow sat down to eat. She was still on leave today and planned to visit the hospital after breakfast.
But halfway through her meal, her phone rang. It was the hospital.
Willow's stomach tied into knots. When she had left yesterday, the doctor had explicitly told her they wouldn't call unless it was an emergency.
Her hands trembled as she answered. "Doctor, what's wrong? Has something happened to my mother?"
"You need to get to the hospital immediately," the doctor demanded, his tone incredibly sharp.
It was the same doctor from the day before, but his attitude had entirely flipped. He sounded impatient, almost hostile.
"I'm on my way," Willow said, grabbing her bag in a panic and rushing out the door. She had no idea what had happened, but her heart was racing. "Could you please just tell me what's going on with her?"
"I said get over here. Stop asking questions."
The line went dead.
Willow didn't even have a second to process why his demeanor had completely soured overnight. All she knew was that she needed to get there as fast as humanly possible.


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