Chapter 4

Although the officer had left, the public opinion surrounding the maritime accident had already begun to ferment.

News of the yacht's leaks and malfunctioning rescue equipment quickly spread online, becoming a hot topic of discussion.

Someone had taken a blurry photo of me being carried off the yacht by the coast guards, and it quickly sparked a discussion on social media.

The comment section was filled with doubt and anger.

Netizen 1: [A big yacht is leaking, and all the rescue boats fail? What kind of management is this?]

Netizen 2: [A yacht this important doesn't even have backup equipment? How irresponsible!]

Netizen 3: [If the coast guards hadn't arrived, this man might have died on the yacht, right? Where were the crew? What were they doing? Why didn't anyone help him right away?]

Netizen 4: [What happened? Can we trust a fleet like this?]

These doubts and criticisms no longer had any effect on me. My disappointment in Miranda had already hollowed me out, and those comments online were probably just the beginning for her. But for me, they were far from enough.

I opened my phone, preparing to send Miranda a message to file for divorce.

However, before I could type a few words, a message popped up first. It was from Aaron.

[You're in this hospital too? I just heard. What a coincidence.]

His message seemed neutral, but there was an unmistakable air of superiority in his tone. He followed up with another message.

In the photo, Miranda stood by his bedside, her brows furrowed, her face focused as she discussed his condition with the doctor. Even in this simple side profile, it was clear how much Aaron meant to her.

I stared at the photo coldly, yet my heart remained calm.

Such scenes were too familiar to me now, familiar to the point where they no longer stirred any emotions.

I closed the message and immediately dialed Miranda's number.

The phone rang several times before she finally picked up. Her voice was laced with clear impatience. "Nathan, what do you want? Isn't everything chaotic enough?"

"Miranda, let's get a divorce," I said directly, without any preamble.