Chapter 1 Divorce

When Brenda Sanchez left the court, she had two divorce certificates in her hands. However, she was unusually calm.

They had been married for more than three years. Was she sad about the divorce?

Of course, she was. But there was more relief.

Her ex-husband, Miguel Hamilton, didn't love her. Even when he drank too much last night and made love to her for the first time, the name he called was the one of another woman.

Suppressing her depression, Brenda stood by the side of the road and hailed a taxi. After a while, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of her. Through the half-open window, she saw the cold eyes of a handsome man sitting in the driver's seat.

Rich and charming—the perfect description of Miguel.

"The hospital has issued another critical illness notice for Veronica. Come with me to the hospital," he said indifferently after sparing her a glance.

Veronica Ballard. It was that name again!

Even if they had divorced, that name was still bothering her.

"What if I refuse, Mr. Hamilton?" Her voice was soft, but Brenda was no longer as obedient as before.

Miguel frowned. This woman, who used to listen to him, was now blatantly defying him on the first day of their divorce.

Slowly, he raised his cold eyes and stared at her. "Have you forgotten about the current situation of your family? Or do you need me to remind you of the person who caused the car accident that made Veronica injured?"

Brenda's heart sank. She didn't care if her family was going bankrupt, but she wouldn't forget about the car accident three years ago.

At that time, her younger brother, Victor Sanchez, had been in the car with Veronica for some reason. After the accident, Veronica was seriously injured, and Victor didn't want to explain anything about it. Not surprisingly, he was charged with aggravated assault. So at the moment, he was still in prison.

There was one more month left before he would be released.

"If you want Victor to stay longer in prison..." Miguel's eyes darkened as if he was implying something serious would happen.

Brenda was defeated by him with just a few words.

"Fine, I'll go."

She clenched her fists and took a deep breath. Expressionless, she opened the back seat door and got in.

Miguel drove his car to the hospital at a fast speed. It wasn't hard to tell that he cared a lot about Veronica.

Brenda squeezed her palms so hard that blood oozed out of them.

When the car stopped at the gate of the hospital, Brenda got out and slammed the door hard. Lifting her head, she met Miguel's stare and said, "But this is going to be the last time."

Miguel's dark eyes were as cold as ice. He looked at her receding petite body. He was surprised that this docile kitten had suddenly shown her claws and bared her teeth.

After the blood donation, Brenda clutched her arm; her face was pale. She had anemia and was afraid of blood, but she had never told anyone about this.

Back then, her parents, Louis Sanchez and Penelope Sanchez, knelt before her and begged her to save Victor. They said her blood was Rh-negative. As long as she was willing to donate her blood to Veronica, Victor would definitely be saved.

Brenda didn't have a good relationship with her parents. They cared about her brother more than her. However, Victor treated her well. She had once encountered a bully at school. He kept her behind him and protected her like an adult. "Brenda, you go first. I'm not afraid of them!"

By the time she got help and went back to the alley, he was already lying there covered in blood.

Because of this, Penelope beat her hard with a belt.

For the sake of Victor, Brenda agreed to donate her blood to Veronica. But she had one additional request, and it was to marry Miguel. The reason was simple. She loved him deeply and had always buried her feelings for him in the depths of her heart.

Soon, she arrived at Ward 402. The patient's name, Veronica Ballard, was displayed on the door. After pausing for a second, she turned the doorknob.

Although the woman on the bed was having an infusion, her face wasn't wan. She didn't look like someone who was seriously ill.

"Why are you here? Where is Miguel?" she asked in an unfriendly tone.

"Your Miguel loves you so much. Why are you afraid that he will run away?" Taking a few steps closer, Brenda took out the divorce certificate from her bag and showed it to her. "Veronica, I have divorced him. This is the last time I donate my blood to you. From now on, it has nothing to do with me or Victor whether you are alive or dead."