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    It was none other than Brian.


    Why was he still here? Hadn’t she already made things clear to him yesterday?


    “You’re awake?” His voice was calm as he walked toward her. “Get ready, then we’ll have breakfast.”


    Rachel took a deep breath, forcing herself to stayposed. Keeping her voice steady, she spoke in a measured tone. “Brian, I think I’ve made myself perfectly clear—I want a divorce. I’ve thought it through, and I won’t change my mind. Don’te looking for me again. Once I’m discharged, I’ll send the divorce papers. Just sign them and have Ronald return them to me. I don’t want any drama, and I’d rather we handle this civilly. More importantly, I don’t want Carol to be caught in the middle or made to suffer because of this.” Her words, though calm, pressed down like an unshakable weight.


    She knew Carol supported her decision. If she asked for help, Brian would have no choice but to go through with the divorce, even if he resisted.


    But Rachel didn’t want it toe to that.


    “I understand,” Brian said, his expression unreadable. “Eat first. After breakfast, I’ll say what I need to. If you still insist on the divorce, I’ll sign right away.”


    The certainty in his voice caught her off guard. Her brows furrowed slightly. “Are you really going to keep your word?”


    Brian tapped a button on his phone, and his recorded voice yed back with perfect rity.


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    “I’m giving you onest chance.”


    Ten minutester, Rachel had washed up and changed.


    Twenty minutester, she had finished her breakfast.


    She took a sip of water before looking up, her tone cold and detached. “Go ahead and say what’s on your mind.”


    Brian looked at her, his eyes filled with emotion. “I know the real reason you married me.”


    His words hung in the air, and both of them fell into silence.


    Brian remained quiet—not out of anger, but because a sense of relief washed over him. If he knew the truth, maybe there was still hope.


    Rachel, on the other hand, stayed silent because there was no longer any reason to pretend.


    “And what about it?” Her face remained calm, almost indifferent.


    In his excitement, he grabbed her hand. “I’ll help you. I’ll make sure the baby is healthy and carried to full term. We can use the umbilical cord blood for Jeffrey’s treatment. I’ll cover all the medical expenses. I have connections with top specialists—both locally and internationally—who’ve handled simr cases sessfully. If you’re willing, I’ll do everything I can to support you.”


    Worried she might dismiss his words, he meticulously gathered research andid the documents before her.


    “See for yourself,” he urged, pointing at the files. “Their conditions are just like Jeffrey’s. The sess rate is 50%. That means there’s a real chance for him.”


    But Rachel had been down this road too many times, and disappointment had taught her to be cautious.


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