chapter 3

Jorge's eyebrows were slightly knitted. He felt inexplicably irritable. He felt that there was something not quite the same with Nicole today, but he could not describe the feeling. It was like she was out of his control.In their three years of marriage, he thought that he already knew her well. She was clingy and persistent before they got married, but she became a meek and obedient wife after.Recently, Ayesha needed more blood transfusions. He felt guilty about it, but Angela had never refused, so he felt more relieved and thought of compensating her in other aspects.Regardless of her initial intentions of marrying him, Angela was a good wife. Angela suddenly asking for a divorce annoyed him, but it did not matter.Jorge's dark eyes deepened as he got rid of the irritation in his heart. ‘Forget it, she’ll naturally come back begging when she can’t survive on her own.’Before Jorge could say anything, Angela hailed a cab by the roadside and went to the hospital. She found Ayesha in VIP ward and pushed the door open.A few doctors and nurses surrounded Ayesha and asked attentively if the woman was feeling any discomfort.When Ayesha saw Angela, her eyes flickered and she immediately looked delighted.“ Angela, you’re finally here! You’re not mad at me for always bothering you because of my poor health, are you? I was worried that your body couldn’t take it.”Angela strode over to her with a cold and gloomy gaze.“You sent that text, right?”She went straight to the point.Before Ayesha could answer her, Angela slapped Ayesha's face viciously.“Ah!” Ayesha screamed and covered her cheek in shock.Jorge's eyes sank and his face was stormy as he yelled, “Angela! What are you doing?!” The man’s voice was cold.‘He showed up fast enough. Was he so afraid that I’d hurt Ayesha?’ Angela thought.Ayesha pouted and looked panicked. Her eyes suddenly brimmed with tears as she covered her cheek and looked behind Angela. She argued in a loud voice, “I didn’t do anything, Angela. You misunderstood me.”Ayesha was thinking-[‘Is Angela crazy? How dare she hit me in front of Jorge.]Angela sneered. “Stop your acting. I know you have send me this msg. How dare you to tell me that I'm a homewrecker??”With a seeping cold gaze, Angela walked to  Ayesha and took out the printed picture of Jorge from her bag, then flung it in front of them.Jorge looked at the photo and had a moment of shock and confusion. Ayesha's face also instantly turned glum and pale.He had a long day yesterday, so when he visited Ayesha at the hospital, he dozed off for a while. It was apparent that this photo was secretly taken at that time.The only other person in that room then was Ayesha.Thus, Jorge knew who had taken this photo. Ayesha wanted to stab Angela in the heart, but she did not expect to shoot herself in the foot.How could Ayesha still maintain her image of a pitiful meek woman?In the past, Angela would still care about Jorge's presence, but now, there was no need for that anymore.Angela smiled indifferently, and her voice was surprisingly cold. “I told you that I’m here to settle accounts. This is what you owe me. Ayesha, you’re the homewrecker in this situation. Are you satisfied now? I wish you all the best in replacing me as Mrs. Trumph.”Without much thought, Jorge could guess how  Angela got this photo. He suddenly felt a little suffocated. His expression was cold and complex. Jorge's face was still as cold as ever when he looked at Ayesha's sickly pale face with a stern gaze. Ayesha's heart trembled. She quickly defended herself. “Jorge,,, Angela must have misunderstood something. I didn’t do anything or take this picture. She probably found someone to take this so that she could frame me!”Jorge frowned for a moment as Ayesha sobbed pitifully and tugged on his sleeve. She said cautiously, “Jorge,,, I can apologize to Angela. If giving me blood affects your relationship, I won’t ask Angela for blood in the future. I swear."The gloom on Jorge's face dissipated a little. “Angela was too agitated earlier and shouldn’t have hit you. Do you need a doctor to check it out?”Ayesha was still covering her cheek that felt numb from Angela's slap and shook her head. “It’s okay.”Jorge nodded and looked at Angela,, who was standing on the side. The corners of her lips curled up mockingly and she had a cold and indifferent look on her face. Seeing her like this, Jorge inexplicably felt a strange emotion in his heart.“You wanted a divorce because of this? Never mind, get your blood drawn first.” Jorge wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, but it was not an appropriate environment.An insignificant photo meant nothing compared to Ayesha's health. Jorge planned to explain the photo to Angela afterward as there were still outsiders in the ward.Ayesha felt relieved and knew that she got away with it. ‘Jorge still chose me. Angela lost again!’Angela had long guessed this outcome. Ayesha was good at acting and Angela was not bothered to expose her. She no longer wanted to be involved with them.  Angela looked at the doctor on the side and asked in a calm voice, “Are you sure she needs a blood transfusion?”The doctor froze for a moment. When he received Ayesha's glare, he nodded in panic under Jorge's watchful gaze. “Yes, Ms. Ayesha Quade fell just now, which caused serious blood loss in her legs, so she needs a blood transfusion.”“Then what are you waiting for?” Jorge ordered in a cold voice.“Yes, sir.” The doctor quickly went to make preparations.Ayesha gave Angela a smug smile from an angle that no one else could see.“Wait.”Angela did not leave with the doctor obediently. Instead, she went forward and lifted Ayesha's quilt in a domineering and swift motion.Angela did not care in the slightest whether Ayesha was embarrassed or not. She looked at Ayesha's bandaged left leg and ripped off the bandage despite of Ayesha's struggle.Suddenly, the temperature in the ward instantly plunged to a freezing point.Angela looked at the graze on Ayesha's leg and scoffed.“Wow, it’s so serious that there’s not even a drop of blood flowing out. If I came a little later, I’m afraid your ‘wound’ will heal completely…”“Angela! You...... Jorge, it’s not like that...it’s just that I’m feeling weak right now and will recover better with a blood transfusion…”Ayesha Quade met the man’s dark gaze. Her heart trembled as she explained in a panic.“You get ‘injured’ four to five times a month. I think you’re just trying to drain my blood!” Angela's voice was cold as she continued, “Too bad, you won’t have this opportunity again in the future. Get Jorge to marry another fool to be your new mobile blood bank.”After that, Angela sneered and left the ward without looking back.Continue.....✍ Atrayee Sarkar