Chapter 3

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and then Joyce's laughter clearly came through.

"So now you're threatening me with divorce? Fine, let's get a divorce, but only if you can convince my parents to agree!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she hung up.

I let my wrist drop, lying on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Joyce's parents had always treated me very well, and I owed them a lot.

Even though they knew I was an orphan, they never once criticized my family background.

In my heart, they were like my own parents.

In the past, when Joyce and I had conflicts, I would always consider their feelings and try to let things go.

But now, I couldn't stand it anymore.

After mentally preparing myself, I called her father.

After explaining what had happened that day, he immediately transferred 50 thousand dollars to me.

"William, you've been wronged. This is just a little compensation from me.

"But about the divorce, please don't act in haste. After all, in my heart, you're the only one I recognize as Joyce's husband! Don't worry, I'll talk to Joyce now and make her come to apologize to you."

I wanted to refuse, but then her mother joined in.

Both of them sincerely tried to persuade me. After hanging up, I almost softened again.

But then Joyce barged into the hospital room, with Samuel in tow, both of them furious.

"You really complained? You got me scolded by my parents and even froze my bank card!

"Do you know I was shopping for Samuel's clothes? At the checkout, the salespeople were laughing at me!"

Joyce cared so much about her pride, and now she was practically trembling with anger. She even reached out to grab me.

I remembered the doctor's warning and frowned. "Don't touch my arm. The doctor said it can't be injured again!"

But to my surprise, she didn't stop. Instead, she deliberately picked up a nearby vase and smashed it onto my injured arm.

In an instant, I let out a painful scream that echoed through the entire ward.

The wound was torn open again, bleeding profusely. I curled up, writhing in agony, almost passing out from the pain.

"You deserve it! This will teach you a lesson. Let's see if you dare to complain again next time!"

Joyce stood smugly, watching me in pain, while Samuel stood next to her, holding her in his arms.

"Joyce, your temper is still the same, so clear-cut in who you love and hate. It's really cute," he said.

At his words, Joyce's face flushed red.

"Achen, stop it. There is an outsider here."

We were a legally married couple, but to Joyce, I was nothing more than an outsider.

"Get out! Get out!" I glared at them, my eyes red with anger, gritting my teeth.

Joyce rolled her eyes disdainfully. "Do you think I want to see you? What a nuisance. If it weren't for you making trouble, Samuel and I could still have fun for a long time.

"William, you'd better stay put and not cause any more trouble. Samuel just got back, and I'm just here to welcome him."

With that, she pulled Samuel with her and left arrogantly.

I pressed the call button for the doctor, and when he saw my injuries and the broken pieces on the floor, his face changed dramatically.

"How did this happen? Didn't I tell you not to get injured here again? Your hand... it's most likely beyond saving."

Tears flooded my eyes once more, and the hatred I felt for Joyce reached its peak.

After the doctor managed to stop the bleeding, I immediately contacted a lawyer to draft the divorce agreement.

Then I messaged my mentor, David Parker: [I agree to the project you mentioned.]