CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 82: WHEN ARE WE GETTING THE DIVORCE CERTIFICATE?

The police arrived quickly and rescued the disadvantaged Adrian Langley.

Juliana Jacobs sat in a wheelchair, watching Evan Grant leave with the police. Their eyes met briefly, then there were no more words.

At this point, what was there left to say?

His reputation and career were ruined by her.

Juliana felt that the only thing left to discuss was divorce.

Summer Shaw didn’t go to buy breakfast.

She encountered the Shaw Family’s nanny at the elevator entrance.

The nanny brought her nourishing soup, enough for two.

She also brought her a change of clothes.

Drinking the soup made personally by Mrs. Shaw, Juliana understood her intention.

Caleb Shaw altered medical records to hide her miscarriage; she had said she wouldn’t pursue it and wouldn’t break her word.

"Adrian Langley is seriously injured and needs hospitalization. The Grant and Langley families don’t get along, so the Langley Family won’t let this go lightly. This time, Evan Grant will be overwhelmed," Summer Shaw said.

Juliana showed no emotion.

In the following days, she fell into heavy sleep more frequently.

But each time she awoke with a start from nightmares, unable to hold on physically, and slept again.

After three or four days of this cycle, she finally recovered a bit.

Her physical injuries were also healing quickly.

By the time she was transferred to a regular ward, the team of experts from Kingsford had left, but the hospital assigned her the best attending physician from the department.

As for Summer Shaw, she was also incredibly busy these days.

Ever since announcing the search for an exclusive partner at the summit, both her and the company’s phones had been ringing off the hook.

Juliana felt for her and hired a nurse, not letting her come to stay overnight, but they called each other several times a day.

Summer Shaw brought her significant news: Evan Grant was facing a crisis of being ousted and was at his breaking point.

Moreover, if Aetherflame signed a strategic agreement with another company, it would deal a crippling blow to Cortexa Group.

Juliana was noncommittal about this news.

The doctor had just finished his rounds when the ward door was pushed open.

Juliana looked up, meeting Jared Langley’s gaze. She sighed and slowly looked away.

"What, seeing me gives you a lot of pressure?"

Jared spoke as he walked in with ginseng and deer antler.

"Can’t you wait until I’m discharged to collect your debt?" Juliana replied.

Jared laughed, not denying his purpose, placing the supplement by her bedside, "Afraid you’ll forget if I wait too long."

Juliana picked up her phone and called Summer Shaw.

"Did Blackstar Technologies send a letter of intent for cooperation?"

Without having to recall, Summer replied, "Yes, but they were excluded from our first-round selection because their heavy truck business has just started and lacks competitiveness."

"Let them have a try. I owe President Langley a favor."

After saying this, Juliana hung up the phone.

Jared’s smile faded, "Just like that?"

"Your company’s situation doesn’t meet our standards; it doesn’t even qualify for screening. Now it does. Isn’t that repaying your favor?"

Jared remained silent, his face a cold, lifeless calm.

Juliana sighed and called Summer Shaw again, "President Langley isn’t satisfied with my favor. Kick them out, and I will repay him with myself."

"Juliana!" Jared’s usually stable emotions broke, "Who would covet you?"

Juliana didn’t get angry; instead, she smiled, "You only have two choices."

Jared closed his eyes, "We aren’t afraid of competition."

Juliana laughed as she hung up the phone.

Jared pointed at her, "That’s the second time!"

Juliana’s smile persisted, "Whether you believe it or not, there will definitely be a third time."

No woman had ever dared to be so audacious in front of him.

Jared didn’t know whether to be angry or laugh.

"Then what about the favor you owe Adrian Langley? How will you repay him?"

Seeing Juliana’s confusion, he added, "Just because he spoke a few words for you in front of Evan Grant, my brother is still in the hospital."

Juliana blinked, "Oh, I see. You’re worried that I would give the cooperative favor to your brother and not to you?"

Jared, at least outwardly well-mannered, maintained composure in front of ladies.

"No man likes a woman who is too smart."

He had said this to her before.

Juliana casually replied, "I just need to love myself. I don’t need anyone else’s love."

Jared squinted, "I hope you treat my brother with the same attitude."

Mentioning Adrian Langley again, Juliana fell silent, not knowing what she was pondering.

It was Jared’s second time experiencing frustration with Juliana.

His assistant could tell by his expression that he had been stung by Juliana again.

A housewife cherished for four years, entering the workplace with that kind of impact?

"President Langley, how about investigating the relationship between Miss Jacobs and the third young master?"

Jared paused in his steps...

Juliana’s physical condition had already reached the point of discharge.

But considering the high-level attention, the doctor suggested staying one more day just to be cautious.

Juliana’s sleep in recent days was irregular, entering slumber when weary and waking in terror from nightmares.

In the evening, after the nurse completed routine checks, she fell asleep again.

Once more, she dreamed of a steel needle piercing her abdomen, causing unbearable pain.

Juliana awoke in a dark haze, gasping heavily.

The man’s hand rested on her forehead, unable to retract in time, and their eyes met.

Juliana was the first to gather herself, pushing his hand away, touching her abdomen as she sat up, her gaze turning wary.

"I...I just wanted to see how you are, to make sure you’re okay."

Through the window, the streetlight cast a glow on Evan Grant, sitting stiffly by the bedside.

Juliana pressed the bedside switch, and warm yellow light spread out. Evan instinctively shielded with his hand, but she still saw his haggard face.

At that moment, Evan resembled a wolf under immense pressure yet refusing to fall.

She recalled their early marriage days, when company strategy adjustments had cornered him by the board’s obstinate shareholders.

Back then, Juliana ached for him, quietly supporting him as a good wife, sharing his burdens.

Now, seeing him like this again, her heart was unmoved.

"Without you, I’d be better off. When shall we get the divorce certificate?"

In Evan’s bloodshot eyes, a struggle was evident, his lips pressed tightly as he spoke with a hint of desolation, "I don’t want to divorce."

Juliana lost her calm, eagerly questioning him, "Why can’t we divorce?"

"Juliana," a pang of bitterness spread in Evan’s heart, "I still love you."

Juliana felt as if a bolt of lightning struck her atop her head.

"You love me? You handed me over to George Grant’s family, let them extract my marrow; that’s love?"

"Or did you always know there was danger around and never warned me; that’s love?"

Recognizing my pregnancy, secretly arranging an abortion while I was injured..." she said.

"No," Evan interrupted her, "I didn’t know about your pregnancy beforehand. Your injuries were too severe, the child couldn’t be saved, so I had Caleb arrange an abortion for you. I didn’t want you to be sad, so I had him keep it from you. We will have children in the future."

"Will I still be able to have children?" Juliana, eyes reddened, looked at him, "Did you already write a script, that when I can’t bear children, you’ll let me raise your sister’s illegitimate child and expect me to be grateful?"

"No, I never thought of this."

Juliana’s smile turned bitter, "Or is it because you haven’t found a suitable scapegoat for your sister, and you’re using me until I’m expired and only then willing to let go?"

"No, it’s not..." Evan’s emotions began to fluctuate violently.

"Not?" Juliana sneered, "Dare you deny your concern for Stella Windsor surpasses my life?"