Chapter 589 How Can You Be So Heartless, Joseph?!

"How could you, Joseph?! How can you be so cruel and heartless?! If you force me to sign this

paper, I'll hate you for the rest of my life!" Chloe shouted at the top of her lungs, expressing her

grievance.

Joseph remained unperturbed. He pulled her hand and tightened it around the pen as her name

was written crookedly and reluctantly in the designated space. At the final moment, Chloe exerted

all her strength to break free from his control and stabbed him in the palm with the pen. However,

he seemed completely unaware and continued to complete the final stroke of her signature.

In a state of despair, Chloe lowered her weary arm and let out a desolate smile. "I'll ask you one last

time, Joseph. Do you truly refuse to believe me?"

They had already reconciled and gotten rid of Xavia—the only obstacle in their relationship—so how

did things suddenly turn out this way?

With a sudden pang of inexplicable emotion, Joseph's heart softened for a moment when he heard

her choked-up voice. However, he simply uttered one sentence before resolutely turning away.

"Icarus has already confessed. Your words mean nothing."

Chloe helplessly watched his retreating figure, feeling as though a gaping hole had been torn open

in her chest, making every breath painful. After stubbornly waiting for an hour, she believed that

Joseph had truly abandoned her.

She covered her face and wept in despair, her frail shoulders drooping in profound misery.

*

Feeling weak and helpless, Chloe cried herself to sleep. When she woke up the next morning,

Abigail approached her and said, "Ms. Chloe, Mr. Joseph asked me to take care of you. If you feel

unwell, please let me know."

Upon hearing this, Chloe's eyelashes trembled. "Do you know where Icarus is?"

"He's currently at Mr. Joseph's home."

Abigail had overheard this when the team members were discussing their plans yesterday.

Chloe threw back the covers and got out of bed. She had to confront Icarus directly. She could not

allow herself to be unjustly accused.

"Ms. Chloe, you can't go."

Chloe raised her head to meet Abigail's gaze. "Why?"

"Mr. Joseph said you can't leave the hospital, and he told me to take care of you."

Stunned, it took Chloe a while before understanding struck her. "Take care of me? He plans to keep

me here, doesn’t he?"

Abigail averted her gaze. Though she did not say a word, Chloe understood it.

"Hahaha! He’s going to keep me here until I can undergo an abortion next week, isn’t he?" Chloe

muttered. Her laughter mixed with her tears as her eyes turned red, creating a stark contrast

against her pallid face.

Though Abigail had never experienced romantic love, she could sense Chloe's pain. This was

precisely why she had avoided any involvement with men. When things were good, it was like

honey in a jar, but when things turned sour, it became like shards of broken glass that pierced the

heart. It was excruciatingly painful.

Chloe's laughter subsided, and she took a deep breath. "I want to see Joseph. Tell him to come

here."

Abigail remained silent for a moment and then responded, "I’ll go relay your message." She exited

the ward with her phone in hand. She returned after about three minutes. "I'm sorry, Ms. Chloe. Mr.

Joseph is busy—"

"He isn't. He just refuses to come, right?" Chloe interjected.

Abigail pressed her lips together in a tight line and said, "Maybe he’ll come by when he's less busy."

Chloe let out a bitter laugh and turned her gaze away, blankly staring out the window. She no longer

wanted to speak.

In the afternoon, a doctor came to examine her. "Rest and take care of your well-being. Your

emotional state is of utmost importance," he advised.

Chloe did not have the energy to respond and lay silently on the bed. The doctor paused upon

observing her. "I saw the abortion request form you submitted. Have you thought it through?" the

doctor asked.