Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335

Ethan shook his head. Not that apartment. It was my grandfather’s–it has special meaning. I can give you something else money, another property whatever. I could give you my entire fortune… His voice trailed off as he collapsed

I checked to ensure he was unconscious. “Can’t take a hit, can you? Talking one minute, down the next.

I called 911. “Hello, there’s an injured man unconscious with a head wound at Secret Space, second basement level VIP room. He’s bleeding a bot Place hinty. Then I dialed Daniel. “Daniel, I just assaulted Ethan. Get a lawyer to the hospital for damage control. His head’s bleeding, and he’s passed out. Fo ralled an ambulance.”

“What?” Daniel’s shocked voice came through. “You assaulted Mr. Hamilton?”

‘Yes. We’ll talk later.” I hung up.

I tucked away the agreement and pen, then ran out of the room shouting, ‘Help! Mr. Hamilton drank too much and fell he hit his head! He’s bleeding! Someone call an ambulance!”

People rushed toward the room in panic. I used the commotion to slip away, thinking: I didn’t get him to sign today, but it’s safer to leave now. I’ll get his signature another time. He owes Emily, and he’s going to pay up.

Hurrying toward the elevator, I noticed it was open with no attendant–they must’ve gone to help Ethan. Curiosity got the better of me. I decided to check out the legendary third basement level, off–limits to regular members.

The elevator doors opened to an eerily quiet hallway. Dim lighting cast shadows over heavy, soundproofed doors lining both sides.

Occasional muffled sounds escaped, creating a sinister atmosphere. I felt angry and disturbed, suspecting this place hid dark secrets–possibly involving people who shouldn’t be here.

My eyes locked on a distinctive black door at the corridor’s end. Instinct told me Frank Hamilton might be behind it. That old jerk must be up to something unsavory down here.

The adjacent elevator chimed, and I ducked into the shadows, holding my breath. Claire emerged in a wheelchair, pushed by a uniformed woman.

She looked recovered from the car accident, dressed in an expensive gown with an expectant expression.

I was shocked.

What’s she doing here? Has Blake gone soft again? Is this nightmare repeating itself?

“What’s going on with Frank?” Claire complained, “He said he’d keep me company, but he’s not here! I got all dressed up for nothing.”

The woman responded calmly, “Mr. Hamilton will see you when he’s finished. I can’t take responsibility if you force your way in. You know his rules.

Claire replied confidently, “Frank definitely wants to see me—that’s why he had someone bring me here. He’ll come find me. When I become his legitimate wife, I won’t forget your help. I’ll ensure you get a promotion and raise.”

I scoffed internally. Claire wants to marry a “Frank” who could be her father? This woman has no shame.

“Miss Wright,” the woman reminded her firmly, “Mr. Hamilton doesn’t like to be disturbed in that room. Wait for him to come out.”

Claire waved dismissively. “Frank must miss me, or he wouldn’t have arranged for me to leave the hospital! He’s planning a surprise. Don’t worry, he won’t blame you.”

After the attendant reluctantly left, Claire wheeled herself toward the black door and pushed it open without hesitation. I crept c hear what was inside.

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