Chapter 70 Rich Hot And Infertile Husband (Or Maybe Not)

• As soon as she was gone, Celeste dropped the act and said indifferently, “Call your assistant to pick you up. I’m leaving.” Liam’s face darkened, “Are you just going to leave me like this after hitting me?” “It’s just a bloody nose, right? I didn’t break your arm or leg. What else do you want me to do? Hold you like a baby?” Celeste said. Liam’s face turned gloomy, “Do you even have a conscience? Who was I just standing up for?” “I have been very conscientious. We were on the verge of divorce, yet I still went along with the act, pretending to be a family with you, only to be humiliated by your mother with a nonexistent accusation!” Celeste didn’t know why that particular remark struck a chord with her, perhaps because she had been suppressing her feelings for a long time, and once she found an outlet, she couldn’t stop. “You were bleeding, and everyone was worried about you.
• Some even vented their anger on me because of you! And what about me? I had a car accident, but I couldn’t even get in contact with you! Do you know how it felt when the nurse asked why there were no family members showed up? I thought to myself, if I were to die in the hospital, would there even be anyone to claim my body?” Liam’s expression turned cold, and he clenched his lips. After a moment, he said, “Why didn’t you tell me about the accident on the phone that day?” Celeste forced a smile, so he knew. She said, “What difference would it make? Even if I told you, would you really abandon Ms. Denton?” Liam fell silent. Celeste felt extremely disappointed; he didn’t even bother lying to her.
• That’s great,” Celeste laughed, “It just proves that my decision is correct.” Liam looked at her, puzzled. Celeste took her wallet out of her bag and said calmly, “But I’m not as heartless as you. You got hurt because of me, but you provoked me first. I’ll cover the medical expenses, and if you think it’s not enough, there’s nothing I can do. We’re not divorced yet, this is all I can do.” As she spoke, she handed Liam a signed check. He glanced at it, and it read twenty thousand dollars. Liam’s face turned ugly, and he tore the check into pieces, ‘Enough, Celeste!” Celeste glanced at the pieces on the floor and said calmly, “I’ll take that as you accepted it. As for the divorce, please get it on your agenda soon. I can’t keep covering for you with the ‘unable to get pregnant excuse for much longer.” After leaving the hospital, Celeste’s shoulders drooped, looking exhausted.