Can you lie down for a while?"

Noemi asked, "Brian, are you really going to divorce her? Are you going to do it right now?"

Brian assured her, "Mom, I don't have to handle the divorce process myself. I'll have the lawyer take care of it."

Noemi seemed satisfied.

"Excellent, Brian. I don't want to stay here any longer. Book a flight right away, and let's get out of here."

Brian replied, "Sure, it's all up to you."

Rosalynn stood at the doorway, her gaze unfocused as she released her grip on the door handle.

Had Brian really agreed to divorce her?

Did he actually mean it?

When she had asked him outright if he intended to divorce her yesterday, he hadn't given her a straight answer.

It was as if he had enough of her and was just waiting for the right opportunity to divorce her.

A sudden, intense pain gripped her heart.

It was like she had been slashed by a knife.

She felt moisture on her cheeks and instinctively reached up to touch it, only to realize they were her tears.

She looked at her damp fingertips and smiled self-deprecatingly.

She was always known for her resilience and unwavering optimism.

However, at this moment, she realized that even the most optimistic woman could be overwhelmed by sadness.

Meanwhile, in the ward, Brian carefully settled Noemi in her bed before walking over to the window. He called Edwin and instructed him to book three plane tickets to Folkava.

When she heard this, Selina, who stood behind him, gently tugged at his sleeve and said, "Brian, make that four tickets. I'll come with you."

Brian cast a cold glance in Selina's direction.

He didn't bother to purchase an air ticket for her. Instead, he said to Edwin, "I can't leave the hospital right now. You can head to my apartment, pack a few clothes for me, and bring them to the hospital."

Selina's eyes sparkled as she watched Brian hang up the phone after those words.