Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon

the glass doors of the Manhat

her lip bitten raw. Cradling her scalded right arm against her

ok one look at Gracie's soaked, blistering forear

nd-degree burn!" Clara quickly

is your family? Your husband? So

thin but steady. "I don't have a husb

Clara snapped on sterile gloves and pic

re sleeve were matted and stuck fast to the burst blisters and raw flesh. Ev

lara said gently, pity tightening her voice

," Gracie

ran through Gracie's frame. Cold sweat drenched her hairline, and she bit down hard on the inside of h

ke out in the hallway outside t

ns hurried down the corridor, practically fal

pped, and our chief hand surgeon is scrubbed

t midnight shows just how much she means to you. If the society pages are r

ding a tiny ice pack against her index finger. Hearing the

er sweet voice carrying down the hall. "Chas is just

hesitate f

I owe Anabella my life, and she is the only woman who belongs beside me. Give her the best

d dripped steadily from Gracie's ra

Drip

he man she had been married to for two years publi

bleeding wound with saline. "Did you hear that rich bastard out there? Making a circus over a

utrage, her voice carryin

d this to your arm meant to do real damage. Say the word, and I

ickered, her voice

final cost of a bad two-year contr

ridor, Chas's foot

-he knew t

looked through the gap in the s

oat, his chest seizing as if

e saw Gracie sitting alone on the ex

as if it had been thrust into an open fire. The skin was peeled back, raw and weepin

s finger barely had a faint pin

anic flashed across her blue eyes. She immediately threw her weight against

ime, Chas didn'

the sliding glass door of the exam room wide open

aci

e floor. His gaze locked onto the blood-stained tray and her ra

w did it get bu

mediately, glaring at him. "Sir! Th

ly as he remembered shoving Gracie into the marble

in complete silence as Clara clipped the final elastic

e, Anabella rushed into the room behind Cha

like this?" Anabella cried, clutching C

tried to splash the broth on me, she must have accidentally spilled most of it on herself... It's a

dn't miss a beat, spinning the narrative to cast Gracie as

ally turne

lla's crocodile tears and settled sq

ture Mrs. Hamilton upstairs to the VIP suite right now, that in

nded like a

g. For the first time in his life, he cou

Nurse Clara said, handing Gracie a prescription slip while shooting

" Gracie sa

table, and walked straight toward the door. She didn't spare Chas a

e doors alone, a sharp, ine

ched out and caught her hard

and wounded pride roughening his voice