Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 159 - - You can save people

However, she thought that he had only ruined the three businesses, but she never expected him to act so ruthlessly, without leaving any room for retreat, leaving her no time even to cry. Some people and things become irreparable.

Faced with William's questioning and Grace's persuasion, she simply remained silent, pressing her lips together, not uttering a single word, clearly not wanting to continue the topic.

Maureen glanced at the tense situation and softly interrupted:

"Dad, Grace, you two should go back first. I'll talk to my younger sister for a bit."

"You think carefully. Divorce will be good for you and for the Lancaster family!" William angrily threw those words at her before turning and leaving. He had called Maureen over today because it seemed that Grace only listened to Maureen since she was a child. Grace furrowed her brow and followed William out of the room.

After they left, Maureen's gentle gaze lingered on the apple on the table for a moment before she sat down beside her, reaching over to take her hand.

"Younger sister, he treats you well, doesn't he?"

Maureen's smile was calm, and her voice soft. Cynthia couldn't help but lower her guard, the tension in her body dissipating. Maureen had always taken care of her since they were young, and she and Vincent had been like her left and right arms, supporting her through those lonely and helpless childhood years.

So, when facing Maureen, Cynthia couldn't bring herself to be cold or indifferent. Maureen smiled lightly.

"Younger sister, to be honest, before coming here, I had already planned to persuade you to leave him. But when I came in and saw him seriously peeling the apple for you, that high and mighty Vice President Wilson, who never touched onions, was willing to do such things for you. I suddenly changed my mind!"

Cynthia leaned there, surprised as she looked at Maureen. She was astonished by Maureen's understanding and kindness. Maureen simply sighed gently.

"However, younger sister, as someone who has been through a lot, I still have some things to tell you, of course, just for your reference!"

Cynthia didn't stop her, and Maureen looked at her seriously, saying:

"The hardest part of a relationship isn't whether two people truly love each other, but the maintenance and longevity of that love, because life isn't just one day."

"Life is ultimately practical. People have to go through all kinds of trials. It's not something a simple 'I love you' can solve. Life will bring many unexpected things that catch us off guard."

"He wants to target the Lancaster family, the Danny family, and the Laurence family. Can you guarantee that after all this, your relationship will remain pure without the slightest impurity? Can you ensure that there will be no grudges or barriers between you?"

Maureen's words struck deeply, and Cynthia fell into a long silence. The words were sharp, embedding themselves in her heart. Honestly, she couldn't guarantee the final question Maureen had asked.

She suddenly remembered a quote she once read: Some loves have no future. So, what will you choose? Love, or the future?

Seeing her silence, Maureen spoke again, her voice earnest.

"Younger sister, I'm just sharing my feelings on marriage over the years. If you think it's useless, just forget I said anything. No matter what decision you make, Maureen will always wish you happiness!"

She was never the type to interfere. She truly wanted the best for this younger sister of hers. She liked her quiet and unassuming nature, unlike Grace or Doreen Lancaster. Even though she was born to another woman, Maureen still treated her like a true sister, loving and caring for her with all her heart.

After a long pause, Cynthia finally spoke:

"Maureen, I know you're saying this for my own good. I will think about it carefully."

Seeing her response, Maureen didn't say more and simply stood to leave.

After Maureen left, Cynthia leaned there, lost in thought, not noticing when Albert had entered. It wasn't until his deep voice sounded by her ear that she snapped back to reality.

"What did you talk about?"

He sat down at the edge of the bed, frowning as he looked at her, who seemed lost in thought. Cynthia lowered her eyes, thought for a while, and then finally raised her gaze to meet his, her expression holding a hint of curiosity.

"They said... I should divorce you..."

His face suddenly darkened, and her heart sank with it. Then, with hesitation, she continued.

"They also said you're going after the Lancaster family, the Danny family, and the Laurence family. Albert, those grudges—"

"Focus on recovering. These aren't things you need to worry about!"

Before she could finish speaking, he interrupted her coldly.

He then took out a cigarette from his pocket, stood up, and walked out the door. Her heart sank along with his departure—so his hatred was an insurmountable chasm between them, one that would never be crossed.

She didn't know what he had been through or what kind of deep enmity he carried, but thinking back to that day when he pointed a gun at Robin and ruthlessly pulled the trigger without hesitation, she couldn't help but feel a wave of helplessness in her heart.

After that, no one mentioned those matters again. It seemed as though they were both deliberately avoiding the topic. Of course, without the burden of these hatreds, they were still happy. He treated her with great care and love, and she was wholly dependent on him. During the time she was recovering, she and he shared all the warmth in each other's lives.

When her injury was almost healed, under his pressure and persuasion, she took him to visit her little clinic. Sighing, though he exposed her secret, it still felt a bit awkward leading him into her world.

Especially since she had once saved him using this identity, and every time this matter was brought up, he would fly into a rage. He was angry at her secrecy, angry that after saving him, she could act as though nothing had happened, as though it was all normal.

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When he arrived, Gary and Victoria in her small clinic were so nervous that their legs trembled. Cynthia, too, stood beside them, like a student waiting to be punished by a teacher, with three uneasy gazes all directed at him.

He didn't make things too difficult for them. After taking a tour of the clinic, he nonchalantly threw a remark at them.

"You can save people in a place this shabby?"

Then he turned and left. Not long after his visit, her little clinic was filled with many imported medical devices and expensive medicines. One night, she went to find him, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Boss, you've done it like this. I'll never be able to make back the cost of these devices and medicines. Are you trying to make me bankrupt?"

At that time, he was focused on working in his study. On the surface, he was working, but in reality, he was avoiding his desire for her. Because of her injury, they hadn't been intimate for a long time. He didn't dare touch her, afraid of hurting her, so he endured it, only returning to his room after she had fallen asleep.

Standing before him, she couldn't help but laugh and cry, questioning him. She was clearly dressed in an extremely modest and simple cotton nightgown, yet he found her increasingly alluring, especially the soft, fair skin at the nape of her neck, which made his mouth go dry, leaving him speechless.