At Nevaeh's words, his brow furrowed deeply, and anger began to rise on his face.
The idea of marrying for luck to save a life was completely ridiculous.
Nevaeh was being forced to press her finger into the ink pad, and as her index finger hovered above it, she pleaded helplessly, "I agree to the divorce. Just give me three days. After three days, you won't even have to remind me, I'll sign the papers, okay?"
"What kind of woman do you think I am? Do you really think I would believe you?" Cassius's voice was icy, with no trace of warmth.
He ordered, "Press it!"
A woman who thought she could save his life with such arrogance… was just delusional.
Offering her two hundred million was already a very generous deal.
"Please, no!" Nevaeh struggled hard.
After all this time, she was finally so close to finding out about her grandmother. How could she throw it all away now?
"Not good, young master! The old master… he fainted!"
Just as she was about to press her finger down, Hussein rushed into the room.
Chaos broke out instantly.
"How could Grandpa suddenly faint?" As soon as he heard the news, Cassius felt a wave of panic.
He didn't even have time to keep watching Nevaeh.
He told his bodyguards, Girard and Sawyer, to help him into a wheelchair, and quickly rushed to his grandfather's room, leaving Frank behind to watch over Nevaeh.
Frank understood what his boss wanted and said, "Ms. Nevaeh, you might as well just sign the papers and get it over with. You can't fight the big picture."
Nevaeh didn't reply right away.
She looked at Frank calmly and asked, "Have your eyes been feeling dry lately? Do you keep having dreams when you sleep, find it hard to wake up, and feel super tired at work, with no energy?"
"How did you know?" Frank was shocked.
"Staying up late and working too much can mess with your brain nerves and throw off your sleep. That ends up messing with your energy and mood," Nevaeh explained. "Here, I'll give you a prescription. You'll feel better in a day, and after three days, you'll be totally fine."
She wrote down the prescription on the back of the divorce agreement and handed it to Frank.
Frank looked suspicious. "Is this legit? I've had this habit of dreaming every night since high school, almost ten years! You really think a few doses of medicine can fix that?"
"How will you know if you don't try?" Nevaeh shrugged.
Frank was stunned. He hadn't expected Nevaeh to actually know medicine.
He wasn't sure if it would work, but he figured it was only a few doses. He'd been dealing with this for years anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Whether it works or not, I still want to say thank you."
"No need to thank me," Nevaeh said, pointing at the divorce papers. "But I really can't sign this."
"Why not?" Frank Lee was confused. "You haven't really fallen for our president, have you? I mean, I get it, he's super handsome and rich. Women in Ann Lin are lining up to marry him. You don't even have to try; it's like winning the lottery!"
Nevaeh: …
So narcissism really is contagious.
There were a lot of things she couldn't explain, so she just smiled awkwardly and let him think what he wanted.
"How about a deal? I help you with your condition, and you delay the agreement for three days," Nevaeh said, putting her hands together and giving a pleading look.
Frank looked conflicted, but when he saw her serious expression, he nodded. "Three days, max. I can't help you after that."
Nevaeh smiled, "Three days is enough."
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After sorting out the divorce agreement, Nevaeh left the room and headed to the hospital to visit grandfather.
Earlier, when she had picked up the bracelet, she checked his pulse and could tell he was healthy, he just had a little old arthritis in his legs.
So why did he suddenly faint?
The old man was rushed to a nearby hospital.
In the VIP ward, a doctor was checking on him.
Nevaeh stood at the door, just about to walk in, when she suddenly felt like someone was watching her.
She turned her head and met Cassius's icy gaze, sharp like a blade, full of disdain.
Avoiding his stare, she stayed at the doorway, looking straight into the room. She was here for grandfather, not to deal with his attitude.
The doctor put away the blood pressure monitor. "Sir, your vitals are stable. The high blood pressure is just from emotional stress. You need to stay positive to keep things under control."
The old man glared at Cassius. "Positive? My own grandson is trying to make me lose my mind. How do you expect me to stay calm?"
Hussein, standing nearby, took the chance to speak up. "Grandfather's been feeling tightness in his chest and short of breath. You should take a closer look."
The doctor let out a sigh but leaned in to check. "At your age, sir, you really can't afford to get angry. Otherwise, you'll just faint again."
The moment he finished talking, the old man immediately turned his glare back to Cassius. "You hear that? You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?!"
Seeing things heat up, Hussein gestured for everyone to leave the room.
Soon, only the old man and Cassius were left.
Cassius glanced at his grandfather, his eyes a mix of guilt and helplessness. He walked over to the cabinet, grabbed a glass of water, and silently offered it.
But the old man turned away, acting like a grumpy child. "I'm not drinking it. I'm too mad to swallow anything."
Cassius held the cup, hesitating, not knowing whether to put it down.
Seeing his grandfather lying there in the hospital bed, his chest felt heavy.
His voice softened. "Grandpa, I just can't let her go. I can't marry another woman."
After his mom passed, his dad brought a new woman home so fast it made his head spin.
With the stepmother came a great change with his father, and everything just fell apart.
Cassius grew more distant, started getting into fights, and slowly shut down. It was his grandfather who took him in, raised him, and became the only person he truly trusted.
Nevaeh stood at the door, stunned at what she had just heard.
He liked someone?
Someone as cold as him... actually had feelings for someone?
What a shame.
"What other woman? That's your wife!" the old man snapped, sitting up suddenly, completely forgetting he was supposed to be dizzy. "You already married her! If you're so eager to get rid of her, you might as well throw your grandpa out too!"
"Grandpa…"
"I don't want to hear it." The old man turned away. "I'm not agreeing to any divorce."
Cassius sighed quietly and wheeled himself out of the room.
At the door, Nevaeh quickly turned around, trying to walk away and avoid running into him.
But in her rush, she didn't notice the step at the entrance and stumbled.
She barely caught herself by grabbing the wall, stopping just short of falling flat on her face.
Cassius arrived at the door just in time to see her pressed against the wall, clearly flustered and awkward.
His expression, already dark, grew even colder.
"I-I came to see grandfather," Nevaeh stammered, pointing toward the room.
Cassius narrowed his eyes. He knew exactly what was going on. To him, it looked like she'd been eavesdropping.
"Is this how desperate you are to stay close to me? Even using my grandfather now?" His voice dropped low, full of quiet rage, like he was scared the old man might hear.
"I didn't!" Nevaeh blurted out, her voice rising on instinct.
"Don't think just because he likes you, you can do whatever you want." Cassius stepped closer, his voice sharp and steady. "I will end this marriage."