Elysia dropped the bombshell with casual indifference, while Dorian’s eyes widened in sheer horror, his lungs burning with rage.

“You’re going to use my money to buy a house for Lucian?!” he roared, unable to control his volume.

“Elysia, are you out of your mind? Do you really want to be with him? Let me make this clear: absolutely not! We are not divorced yet. You are still my wife!”

“Your wife, my husband-who cares? What’s the point of screaming about it?” Elysia snapped back, thoroughly irritated.

“Stop dragging this out and sign the divorce papers. If you don’t, I’m taking this to court, and the resulting scandal is going to humiliate both our families.”

“Don’t think I’m bluffing, Dorian. I follow through.”

Done dealing with him, she shoved past his frozen frame in annoyance, pulling Amara inside and slamming the door.

Meanwhile, over the past two days, Liliana Porter had suffered a complete psychological breakdown. Ever since she saw Finnian’s Twitter post, she had been spiraling into sheer lunacy.

The elegant, poised persona she normally maintained had shattered. She had trashed everything in her hospital room that wasn’t bolted down, dialing Finnian’s number obsessively, begging him to come see her.

Her mother, Jenny Porter, was too terrified to speak, cowering in the corner. Every time Liliana smashed something, Jenny scrambled to clean up the debris.

The last time Liliana had destroyed the living room, Finnian had shown up right after. Seeing the Porter family home in ruins had clearly disgusted him.

Having learned her lesson, Jenny proactively swept up the shattered mess to hide the evidence.

However, Liliana was still completely unhinged, beyond anyone’s control.

Unable to bear it any longer, Jenny tried to soothe her. “Liliana, please calm down. You still have a chance with Finnian. He came to see you just the other day, didn’t he? That means he still remembers what you did for him…”

Jenny took two cautious steps forward, offering a tentative smile.

Liliana shoved her away, sobbing hysterically. “Yes, he’s grateful! But gratitude is all he has for me!”

“I used to think I held a special place in his heart. But writing a post like that? It proves that aside from being the woman who saved his life, I am absolutely nothing

to him! What am I supposed to do now?”

She screamed and wailed,

devastated. She had orchestrated her own fall from the stunt wires, suffering horrific injuries, destroying her health, and delaying her Career-fjust to force Finian to rush to her side. sŵnovels

She had made such a monumental sacrifice, only for him to cut her out with such surgical cruelty. She felt utterly defeated, trapped in a suffocating wave of despair.

Just then, the door swung open, and Finnian strode in. Liliana’s sobs instantly cut off as she stared at him in a daze.

Finnian walked straight to the bed, ignoring Jenny, who was still clutching the broom. “What do you want?”

Liliana had called him dozens of times over the last two days, and he hadn’t answered a single one. He only came because the nurses had called him.

Her violent tantrums were terrorizing the staff. If she had been a regular patient, she would have been thrown out long ago. But knowing she was connected to Finnian, the hospital staff hadn’t dared to expel her, opting instead to call him for help.

“Finnian… you’re here…” Liliana murmured.

She was a brilliant actress. In a split second, she wiped her tears, smoothed her expression into a picture of tragic vulnerability, and shot Jenny a pointed glare.

Catching the hint, Jenny immediately grabbed the broom and dustpan and scurried out of the room.

As silence fell over the ward, Liliana gripped the blanket tightly, her voice trembling with heartbreak. “Finnian, I just wanted to see you. I read your post… Do you really want to cut ties with me that badly?”