Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 70

Chapter 070

August knitted his eyebrows slightly and shock flickered in his deep dark eyes. His voice was deep and cold as he said, "You want a divorce?" Lucia turned around and stared at the man as she said word by word, "Yes, I want a divorce."

She had already made up her mind just now. Their marriage had been a mistake, and now, she wanted to stop it in time. August's frown deepened and his taut jaw showed that he was forcing back his anger. "We haven't gotten this far yet, Lucia, have we?" She was already asking for a divorce before he tried to make up for it? "No?" Lucia met his eyes without the slightest fear and said word by word, "You have someone you love. So what am I? The

other woman?"

What did he want? Did he want to have more than one wife as men did in ancient times? August's face darkened when she said that. He pursed his thin lips and it took him quite a while before he said, "I'll agree if you really want." After that, he took out a blank check and put it directly on the bedside table next to him, saying coldly, "You can take this check as compensation." Lucia turned around and fixed her eyes on the check. After half a second, she sneered, "So, I can put any figures I like on it,

right?"

She had never thought that this kind of drama would happen to her one day!

How ridiculous!

August pursed his thin lips in silence without replying. Lucia simmered with rage. Almost immediately, she reached for the check and raised her eyes to meet the man's dark eyes.

"Do you think all I want is your money? Or do you think that the dead baby can be put into figures?" With that, she suddenly tore the check in her hand. Her eyes were red and she said with hatred, "I don't want it!" The scraps of paper fell on the side of the bed. August wrinkled his eyebrows, but in the end, he didn't say a word. At this point, there was no way for them to go back to their old relationship. Lucia took a deep breath and suppressed her anger. She pretended to be calm as she said in a determined tone, "I won't take your money or donate my kidney. I just want to divorce you." August's frown deepened. He paused and held back the words that were coming out of his mouth after all. At last, he said in a deep voice, "Take care of yourself." With that, he directly turned around, opened the door, and walked out. The moment it was quiet again in the room, Tears finally came out of Lucia's eyes. The first marriage in her life was coming to a hasty end like this? The next morning, Lucia woke up and wiped her face. She happened to see Burton standing at the door just after the nurse checked her injuries. He stepped into the ward when the nurse left. "Mrs. Adams, Mr. Adams told me to come..." Lucia interrupted him and said lightly, "I'm not Mrs. Adams anymore."

Burton must have known that she and August were getting a divorce. Burton paused and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. He slowly handed over the document in his hand. "This is for you from Mr. Adams." The document in black and white had two bold words printed on it, "Divorce Agreement." A bitter smile appeared at the corners of Lucia's mouth as she took the agreement and saw that August had already signed his name on it. She picked up the pen and signed her name. After it was all done, she handed the agreement back to Burton and said in a distant and cold tone, "Thank you."

Burton hesitated for a moment before he turned to walk out.

Just then, Turner came back from buying food for breakfast. Seeing what Lucia looked like, she quickly asked, "What's wrong

with you, Madam?" Lucia turned to her and said lightly. "I have something to tell you, Turner." Turner put down the food and came forward. "What is it?" "August and I are divorced, so you don't need to take care of me anymore." "What?" Turner looked stunned. "Why?" "It's just that we're not right for each other." Lucia smiled at her. "And I'm getting out of the hospital today and going to stay with my parents."

Turner looked at Lucia in disbelief. She seemed to have a million questions to ask, but when she saw Lucia's expression, she finally held back what she wanted to say. Lucia was determined. She went through the discharge procedures herself, packed her things, and got ready to leave. "Madam..." Turner stopped Lucia. "Your injuries..." "Don't worry, Turner. I'll take care of myself. If you really want to help me, please pack my stuff at the house. I'll find time to pick it up." Seeing how determined Lucia was, Turner knew it was no use trying to persuade her, so she nodded and promised. Half an hour later, August stood at the window and saw a familiar figure at the entrance of the hospital. Lucia was hobbling as she walked, seemingly because her injuries hadn't fully healed. She stood outside the hospital, stopped a taxi, opened the door, and got in. She did all that in such a determined and decisive manner without even looking back. August wrinkled his brow and had some strange feelings in his heart. Suddenly, he felt a pair of soft arms around his waist. A sweet female voice came to his ears. "What are you looking at, August? Why are you so serious?" August snapped back to his senses. He forced himself to stop looking outside and turned to Jeanne who had been behind

him. "Nothing." When he turned around, Jeanne leaned against his chest. "August, I heard that the surgery has been postponed again?" August lowered his eyes and looked at the woman with pity. "Well, don't worry. I will find a right kidney donor as soon as possible.

Even though Lucia refused to donate her kidney, he would continue to look for a right kidney donor for Jeanne.

After three or four days of moping around the house, Lucia was still sullen. Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell tried to cheer her up every day, but it was all in vain! Mrs. Mitchell knocked on the door of her bedroom. "Come out and have some fruit, Lucia. Don't stay in your room all day!" In the past few days, Lucia had barely come out of her bedroom except to have meals and go to the bathroom, which terribly worried Mrs. Mitchell.

Lucia took off her earphones and slowly walked out of the room. Just after she sat down on the couch, she looked up to see Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell staring at her. Lucia said slowly, "Mom and Dad, what's wrong?" Mr. Mitchell paused and finally couldn't help but ask, "What the hell happened to you, Lucia? You and August..." In the past few days, Mrs. Mitchell had tried to ask about what had happened between Lucia and August. However, Lucia would become emotional every time she heard the name of August. The same thing happened several times and they didn't dare to ask again. But it had been days. It was bad for Lucia if she went on like this, so they decided to have a talk with her after thinking it Over. Lucia took a deep breath. The expression on her face didn't change much. She looked down and took a piece of apple with