He could weather her fury and withstand the chill of her indifference.

But the notion that his wife harbored no love for him ignited a firestorm within.

Her words implied that their marriage held no significance beyond a trivial affair, a regrettable error with an ill-suited partner.

In light of this realization, he resolved to grant her desire.

"Once you're out of here, we'll finalize the divorce!"

Hutton's declaration dripped with acrimony before he turned abruptly, exiting the room with a forceful slam of the door.

The echoing sound faded, leaving Valeria alone, her grip tightening around the food container as a solitary tear mingled with its contents.

It wasn't that she lacked any feelings for him.

Rather, their bond had always felt not strong enough, incapable of sustaining their union.

Outside, since Brian had endured a sleepless night, Rosalynn wisely suggested they call Edwin for a safer ride to Betsy's ward so that Brian didn't have to drive while fatigued.

Agreeing, Brian heeded her advice, prioritizing their well-being above all else.

During the journey, Rosalynn adamantly prohibited Brian from attending to any work matters, insisting he close his eyes for some much-needed rest.

Recognizing her concern for his well-being, Brian refrained from arguing and complied with her wishes, obediently surrendering to the need for repose.

Under Edwin's steady guidance, the car glided along the road. With Rosalynn, the woman he cherished, beside him, Brian succumbed to sleep.

An hour later, the vehicle arrived at another hospital.

Observing Brian's peaceful rest, Rosalynn hesitated to disturb him.

However, Brian's senses remained sharp. Upon sensing the car come to a stop, he roused himself swiftly.

“Have we arrived?" he inquired, his voice still husky from sleep.

"Yes," Rosalynn confirmed with a smile and a nod.

“Shall we?"