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When Samara woke up again, it was already past seven in the morning of the next day. For a whole day and a whole night, she was groggy. When she woke up, powerless and weak, as if her bones were taken out.
she felt
Gisselle had just brought breakfast back. Seeing that Samara had woken up, she hurriedly ran to the bedside. “How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?”
“I feel much better.” Samara shook her head.
“I bought you your favorite food for breakfast. Go wash your face and brush your teeth. You will be discharged after breakfast. The weather in Mauritius has been great recently. Some of my friends want to travel there. We went there together before, right?
want…”
Don’t you
“Give me my phone.”
Samara had just woken up and was looking for her phone, but she did not find it. She knew that Gisselle had most likely taken it.
Gisselle did not give her the phone immediately. “Why do you want your phone?”
Samara glanced at Gisselle. “The news about what happened should be all over the Internet, right?”
Samara knew Gisselle too well. Last night, Samara left the Humphrey’s place directly. After she woke up, Gisselle didn’t curse the Humphrey family at all. Gisselle didn’t even mention the Humphrey family and just talked about other things with Samara. Samara could tell that everyone was talking about what had happened.
Gisselle felt guilty. “Nothing interesting. Those netizens are just fools. They have no idea what happened exactly. They are just saying those bad things to show their dissatisfaction with their lives.”
Samara took her phone and smiled. “Since that’s the case, what are you worried about?”
Samara paused for a while and then continued. “I’ve been cursed countless times during
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my three years in the Humphrey family.”
Thinking of the past three years, Gisselle was really angry that her face turned dark. She curled her lips and said, “The Humphrey family are all fools. If you didn’t stop me, I
would have cursed them back.”
Samara did not reply. She was looking at her phone. The first hot search was the matter of her pushing Serena into the pool last night,
All the comments below were standing on Serena’s side. They were all cursing Samara. Before, they scolded her for being a shameless social climber. Now, she was labeled as a vicious woman who was disdained by her rich and powerful husband.
Very good. She still got something during her three years of marriage with Chaim.
Samara smirked, “I’ll go wash up.”
Gisselle looked at her and carefully asked, “Samara, are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
Gisselle opened her mouth and said, “Go wash up. You will only get the strength to be sad after you are full.”
Samara was speechless when she heard this.
Samara was indeed sad, but it was not the first time. She could already control herself after she was let down so many times.
She was now like a child waiting for candy. Once she could not get it again and again, she wouldn’t have any hope anymore.
The cold tap water made Samara soberer. Chaim’s pressing on her shoulder last night crushed the last hope in her heart.
It had been three years. It was time to end it.
However, Gisselle was right. Only after eating did one have strength.
When the two of them were eating breakfast, two young nurses walked out of the
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opposite ward. The corridor was very quiet. They were gossiping in a not–that–loud voice, but both Gisselle and Samara could hear them.
“Serena is so miserable! And Samara is so vicious! Serena’s husband had just passed away and Samara killed his posthumous child.”
“So, it’s better to marry someone from the same social class. Samara is from an ordinary family. She can’t be compared with Serena at all. Once Samara married a rich man, she lost herself. I’m wondering what she is thinking. She even can’t allow a baby to be born? Does she know how rich the Humphrey family is? She’s so cruel…”
“Samara, don’t stop me. They didn’t see any of these happen, but they talked as if this was the truth. All those things were made up!
Samara glanced outside the door. “Whatever they say.”
“You! When did you become a pushover?”
Samara pursed her lips. “I have a backup plan.”
“What backup plan do you have? What backup plan can…”
Samara whispered in Gisselle’s ear. Gisselle was stunned for a moment. After she realized what Samara wanted to do, Gisselle said with a tsk, “That’s what you should
do!”
Samara smiled. “Help me handle the discharge procedures. I have to go get a divorce.”
