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I think | know who did it, | said.
William nodded. “Good. Find the truth and explain it to Blake and the public. Itis expression oftened. “Whoreet
did this probably meant was, for and na easy on them.”
He picked up his phone, scrolling with growing indignation.
They can call Blake and Laurel terrible people, but why draginto it? he complained, pointing at his screen.
Look at this garbage.
He jabbed at the post. “Do I look like someone who forces people into marriages?”
The image of William Parker one of New York’s most feared businessmen - pouting about an intepost was
too much. I burst out laughing
William's offended took held for a second before he cracked, joiningin genuine laughter.
When we settled down, he looked atfondly. “You haven't laughed like that in ages.”
My smile faded. He was right.
William's expression turned serious. I'll miss you terribly, but | want you to be happy.”
The sincerity in his voice caughtoff guard.
“When you missed the court, | thought you'd changed your mind,” he said, watchingcarefully. “And that’s
why | invited you both to lunch last time. hoping you might reconcile.”
‘I wasn’t feeling well,” | explained simply.
“So you still want the divorce?”
| bit my lip and nodded. With only three months left, there was no point pretending.
“This online mess could be an opportunity,” William said thoughtfully. “You could use it to announce the divorce.”
His eyes had that strategic gleam. That stubborn brat would have to agree now.”
He squeezed my shoulder - part support, part goodbye. Before | could answer, a nurse cin to check his
vitals.
Blake's POV
Laurel looked small against the hospital pillows. Her face was pale, the IV in her arm making her seem more
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“Did you find Miss Sinclair?” she asked weakly.
“Yeah,” | said, distracted by her medical chart. Something wasn’t adding up.
“Did she admit to posting everything online?”
“No.” | frowned at the papers in my hand. “I thought you didn’t like spicy food.”
She looked confused by my sudden change of topic. “That's right.”
“Then why do your records show multiple ER visits after eating spicy meals?”
Her face went a shade whiter. “I...”
| waited, still scanning the detailed reports.
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I think | know who did it, | said.
William nodded. “Good. Find the truth and explain it to Blake and the public. His expression softened. “Whoever
did this probably meant vieli layana easy on them.
He picked up his phone, scrolling with growing indignation.
“They can call Blake and Laurel terrible people, but why draginto it?” he complained, pointing at his screen.
Look at this garbage.
He jabbed at the post. ‘Do | look like someone who forces people into marriages?”
The image of William Parker one of New York’s most feared businessmen - pouting about an intepost was
too much. | burst out laughing.
William's offended took held for a second before he cracked, joiningin genuine laughter.
When we settled down, he looked atfondly. “You haven't laughed like that in ages.”
My smile faded. He was right.
William's expression turned serious. “I'll miss you terribly, but | want you to be happy.”
The sincerity in his voice caughtoff guard.
“When you missed the court, | thought you'd changed your mind,” he said, watchingcarefully. “And that’s
why | invited you both to lunch last time, hoping you might reconcile.”
“I wasn't feeling well,” | explained simply.
“So you still want the divorce?”
| bit my lip and nodded. With only three months left, there was no point pretending.
“This online mess could be an opportunity,” William said thoughtfully. “You could use it to announce the divorce.
His eyes had that strategic gleam. “That stubborn brat would have to agree now.”
He squeezed my shoulder - part support, part goodbye. Before | could answer, a nurse cin to check his
vitals.
Blake's POV
Laurel looked small against the hospital pillows. Her face was pale, the IV in her arm making her seem more
fragile than usual.
“Did you find Miss Sinclair?” she asked weakly.
“Yeah,” | said, distracted by her medical chart. Something wasn’t adding up.
“Did she admit to posting everything online?”
‘No.’ | frowned at the papers in my hand. “I thought you didn’t like spicy food.”
She looked confused by my sudden change of topic. “That's right.”
“Then why do your records show multiple ER visits after eating spicy meals?”
Her face went a shade whiter. “I...”
| waited, still scanning the detailed reports.
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was curious sometimes, she said. S& | tried It...
| handed her the document. “You have gastric cancer and you're eating the one thing guaranteed to make it
wonel
She bit her lip, eyes filling with tears, | saw Miss Sinclair likes spicy food, so I tried it too.
“Why would you compare yourself to her?” | couldn't hide my frustration. Audrey’s healthy as a horse. You have
a terminal illnest. Ti chét the
Laurel eating spicy food repeatedly despite her condition made no sense. | rubbed my temples.
“Stay here and rest,” | told her. I'll handle the online situation.”
“How will you handle it?” she asked.
| closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the decision Id already made. “Divorce.”
Not just divorce, but making Audrey the guilty party, smearing her reputation. It was the only way to save the
company’s stock price and protect Laurel s image.
Just thinking about it made my chest ache. This isn’t how Audrey and | were supposed to end. Why did she have
to post those photos?
When | opened my eyes, | caught a strange expression crossing Laurel's face. Her lips began to twitch oddly
before she controlled herself, finally sighing and lowering her head in what appeared to be resignation.
“I understand,” she said softly. “Just do what you need to do.”
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