Chapter 18 Adrienne's steps froze. The woman seized the opportunity to grab a flower vase from the table and hurled it at her. "Die, you bitch!" Her health was already poor. She passed out immediately. In a haze, she saw a figure running toward her, but thought it must be a hallucination. She didn't have the energy to look. Something warm was trickling down her forehead, blurring her vision. When she woke up again, she was in a hospital. Willard was sitting by the bed, his expression grim. "I didn't expect her to follow you. This is on me." He looked tired. "I haven't kept anyone outside, but she won't believe me. I've explained it a thousand times. Every time, she throws a fit. I couldn't take it anymore and asked for a divorce. That only made her more convinced I had someone. She's caused scenes at three different companies already. That's why I left the Melendez Group and ended up where I am now." No wonder. Adrienne had always wondered why someone once in the top ranks of the Melendez Group would end up at a smaller firm. Now she understood. "Mr. Gibson, did you bring me to the hospital?" Willard looked puzzled. "The police called me. Someone at the Melendez Group must've reported it." Adrienne nodded. She vaguely remembered seeing Garrett before she passed out. What a joke. She didn't even love him anymore, but in a moment of crisis, he was still the one she thought of. "Adrienne, I paid for your hospital bill and transferred 8,000 dollars for emotional damages. Let's settle this privately, okay?" Adrienne wasn't someone who nitpicked. She could see the hopelessness in Willard's eyes. Back then, Willard had been full of drive. At just thirty-six, he'd reached an executive position at the Melendez Group. But only three years later, he seemed like a different person. He was worn down not just physically, but emo- tionally. It all made sense now. "Mr. Gibson, how is your wife now?" "She's being held at the police station. They're waiting for you to wake up." 0.0 % 16:43 Adrienne nodded and glanced at her phone. The money had indeed arrived. She was short on cash. That was a decent amount. "Alright, I'll tell the police we'll settle privately. But please tell your wife that there's nothing between us. I'm just your subordinate." Willard frowned, rubbing his aching head. "If she could listen to reason, we wouldn't be in this mess. Just stay away from her from now on." Adrienne's head was wrapped in gauze. It wasn't a serious injury, and the compensation was good. Strangely, she even felt it was worth it. By evening, she was discharged. She checked housing listings on her phone. She had about 10 grand in total now. She'd need to be careful with her spending. Standing at the hospital entrance, she realized it was too late to look for apartments. She'd have to make do with a ho- tel for the night. Just as she was about to call a ride, a car slowly pulled up in front of her. The window rolled down, and a familiar voice called out. "Adrienne?" "Theo?" It was Garrett's older brother, Theodore Melendez. Theodore got out of the car. Seeing the gauze on her forehead, his brows knitted together. He reached out to touch it, but she dodged. "What happened? Garrett didn't come with you?" Theodore was gentle and always treated her well. She trusted him. "Theo, Garrett, and I are getting a divorce." A flicker of something crossed Theodore's eyes. He opened the car door. "Get in. Do you have somewhere to stay?"