Once I was past the hospital doors, I stopped, leaned close to my assistant's ear.
"Get Lily's surgical reports. I'm not swallowing this. I'm going to make him pay."
My daughter's condition was serious.
Her already frail body had been drained of bone marrow. She needed rest and careful treatment more than ever.
I stayed at the hospital for days. Not a word from Thomas.
He didn't visit her once.
My assistant told me why: Tracey's brat had fallen ill again, and Thomas was at his bedside around the clock.
It wasn't until Lily's condition finally stabilized that I went to collect the agreement in person.
I went straight to that hospital room myself.
But the moment my fingers touched the door handle, I heard voices inside.
"Mr. Gilbert, your wife has been at the hospital with your daughter for days."
"Her assistant asked that you please sign the agreement as soon as possible."
Thomas's voice was flat, dripping with contempt.
"She's a Gilbert by blood. Why would I hand her over?"
"This whole mess is Vivienne's fault to begin with. Let her stew a few more days, and she'll come crawling back to apologize."
His assistant hesitated, then ventured carefully.
"And if... your wife pushes for divorce again?"