Chapter 11 The Divorce Agreement

When Darius woke up again, the first thing he saw was the white ceiling. He sat up abruptly. "Carrie!" He looked around until he saw Carrie sleeping on the bed to his left. Only then did he relax. Now, Carrie was his only solace, and he couldn't let anything happen to her. The nurse immediately went to find Kevin as soon as she saw Darius was awake. Kevin arrived just in time to see Darius checking Carrie's wound. "Mr. Fane, you're finally awake." Kevin entered with a bright smile, looking high-spirited. Darius asked, "How long have I been asleep?" The constant blows and immense exhaustion had severely drained him. He didn't know the date or time because his phone shut off on its own. "Not long, just about two days and one night," Kevin replied. "I slept for that long?" Darius shook his head with a bitter smile, realising how much he had overexerted himself this time. As soon as Darius left the bed, Kevin grabbed his hand in gratitude. He said, "Mr. Fane, thank you for stopping the bleeding. Without you, the patient wouldn't have made it." Darius suddenly remembered the needles he had left the patient with. He quickly asked, "Are the needles I inserted still there?" "Yes, yes. You specifically instructed us not to touch them before you lost consciousness. We didn't dare to move them at all." Kevin had not only refrained from touching them himself, but he had also given strict orders to all the nurses not to move the needles under any circumstances, on the pain of immediate dismissal. Darius nodded and said, "Take me to the patient now. The needles can be removed." They went to Room 5 and found the patient awake. Kevin explained the situation to him, and the patient immediately tried to bow in gratitude for saving his life. Darius quickly held him down and advised against it. He said, "Don't move. I didn't save you just to have you undo it all. I'll take out the needles now, and you can recover in the hospital." As soon as Darius finished removing the needles, he noticed the faint glow of the aurora bloom on his left palm. One of the previously barely visible petals now had a bright green spot, covering about a fifth of the petal. His heart was filled with joy. Does that mean stopping the bleeding of this patient earned me merit, as well as lighting up a part of the flower? If that's the case, saving more people might allow me to light up all the petals, enabling me to use golden energy to treat critical conditions directly. The knowledge passed down to him suggested that he should light up the aurora bloom by advancing his own cultivation. This discovery provided him with a faster route. Noticing Darius staring blankly at his empty palm, Kevin called softly, "Mr. Fane? Mr. Fane?" Darius snapped back to reality. He said, "It's nothing. I was just lost in thought. Since he's fine, I'll be on my way." He quickly left the room, not wanting Kevin or the patient to bombard him with questions. Outside the hospital, his stomach growled loudly. D*mn, I haven't eaten in two days and one night. I need to fill my stomach before I can go buy more medicinal herbs. He looked around and slipped into a small, shabby restaurant. "One order of steamed broccoli and two large servings of pasta!" He had just placed his order when the couple next to him began to mutter. "What a cheapskate! Ordering just a veggie dish and asking for two large plates of pasta? The restaurant owner will lose money at this rate." "Look at his greasy hair and smelly clothes. You can tell he's a pauper. It's useless to talk about dignity with a pauper." Darius frowned and sniffed himself. Indeed, three days and two nights without a shower had left him with a faint, sour smell. He didn't want to argue with the couple; he just wanted to fill his stomach and leave. However, he underestimated their rudeness. "Sir, how can you let a stinky beggar in here? How are we supposed to eat in peace?" "Kick the beggar out, or I'm not paying!" The owner quickly arrived. He silently glanced at the couple's order of a dish and a soup, smiling apologetically. "Please calm down. A guest is always a guest. My restaurant cannot turn away customers. How about this? Your meal is on the house today." The woman smiled and said, "You said it yourself. I didn't force you." The owner kept smiling apologetically and said, "Yes, yes, I offer this voluntarily. Enjoy your meal." Just as Darius was about to thank the owner, a mocking voice came from the door. "Well, well, the mighty and promising Mr. Fane also eats at a shabby place like this." Darius's face darkened as he saw that it was the despicable couple who had betrayed him. He asked, "What are you doing here?" Vere pulled a bright red wedding invitation from his pocket and slapped it on Darius's face. He asked, "What else could it be? I'm here to give you an invitation. "I've already divorced that vile woman. In three days, I'll be marrying your ex-wife. She's mine now. Make sure you don't chicken out and show up at our wedding," Vere taunted. Darius's rage ignited instantly, burning fiercely as he glared at Norma. "We haven't even finalised our divorce yet, and you're already so eager to marry him?" If they had been divorced, he wouldn't care what she did. But flaunting her new relationship before they were officially divorced was a deliberate insult. Norma sneered coldly. She pulled out a divorce agreement from her bag and slammed it on the table. "Divorce is easy. I've already signed it. Just put your name on it." Vere snorted coldly and said, "You better sign it, or I can't guarantee your daughter's safety in the hospital." Using his daughter as leverage enraged Darius even more. Just as he was about to retort, a sudden idea struck him. He quickly signed the divorce papers. Vere laughed heartily and mocked, "That's right, a loser should know his place. I look forward to seeing you at our wedding." Norma kissed Vere in front of Darius, making sure to be as revolting as possible. Darius's face darkened and he said, "Don't celebrate too soon. You'll regret this very quickly."