Chapter 5

After saying that, I pulled my hand from Mrs. Davies’s grasp, picked up my bag, and left the Davies family home.

But I’d only taken a few steps.

Alex chased after me from behind.

“Jade! Stop!”

He came up to grab me, but his hand suddenly froze mid-air.

This was an early symptom of his ALS.

I watched him quietly, simply asking,

“What else?”

Alex’s brows furrowed tightly for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

He questioned me,

“Jade, you’re just deliberately trying to ruin Tiffany’s reputation, aren’t you? Now my parents won’t accept her. Are you satisfied?”

I looked at Alex.

In that moment, I suddenly couldn’t remember why I had ever loved him.

The lover in my memory spoke to me softly, with extreme tenderness.

But now, he glared at me, as if I were his enemy.

After years as lovers, I never imagined we would come to this.

My eyes finally reddened, and I couldn’t help but ask him,

“Alex, when you chose to cheat, you should have expected this day, shouldn’t you?”

Alex’s face stiffened.

And I didn’t say anything more to him, walking away with long strides.

The next day was my day off.

I completed all the transfer paperwork and moved into my new home. I also invited some friends and colleagues over for a housewarming party.

As the atmosphere grew lively, they raised their glasses to me, cheering.

“To our Jade’s new home!”

I smiled, clinking my glass.

“To my new life!”

From that day on, my life became much calmer.

I blocked all contact numbers for Alex’s family, only keeping his number so I could find him on the day we finalized the divorce.

I thought I would have no further contact with them.

Until a week later, in the early hours of the morning, I saw Alex on a gurney in the emergency room at the hospital where I was on call.

He was curled up on the emergency stretcher, clutching his upper abdomen, his face as white as paper beneath his suit.

My brow furrowed. I knew at a glance that he was having a stomach attack.

Ever since he opened his law firm, Alex’s eating habits had been erratic.

I used to remind him to eat on time, and whenever I had a moment, I would even cook him light, stomach-friendly meals and bring them to his firm.

It seemed without my reminders, he hadn't taken care of his body, and it quickly deteriorated.

I reached out to palpate him, but the next moment, my hand was sharply pushed away.

It was Tiffany, who had accompanied him. Seeing that I was the attending doctor, her face registered displeasure.

“Why are *you* here? Aren’t there any other doctors?”

A stinging pain shot through the back of my hand.

And Alex, pale on the stretcher, didn’t say a word to stop his ‘girlfriend’.

My heart turned cold. I stood at the emergency room door, looking at them.

“Right now, I’m the only doctor on call in our department. Do you want him treated, or not?”

Tiffany pursed her lips, remaining silent.

Based on my professional ethics as a doctor, I continued to press on Alex’s upper abdomen, observing his reaction.

Once I had a grasp of the situation, I turned to meet Tiffany’s eyes.

“If you want another doctor, that’s fine. Either transfer him to another hospital, or wait here until 8 AM when the other doctors come on duty.”

At this, I looked at Alex, who was in a semi-conscious state from the pain.

“It’s up to him if he can hold on until then.”

Tiffany was furious but understood that leaving or waiting for another doctor to come on duty was unrealistic. His condition would only worsen.

She could only agree.

An hour later.

I finished treating Alex, completed my duties, and went home.