When Natalie Rivers woke up, two whole days had passed. Lying in bed with her eyes open, her mind was in chaos.
Struggling to sit up, but her body was weak and she didnt have a bit of strength.
"Awake?"
The voice that was indifferent to any emotion sounded in the room.
Natalie Rivers shivered all over, the painful memories flooded towards her like a tide, submerging her. She almost suffocated, lying on the bed motionless.
Lucas Townshend glanced at her with a clear look in his eyes, put down the document in his hand, got up and walked to the bedside. He reached out to wipe her forehead as if nothing had happened.
"Bang!"
Natalie Rivers waved his hand away, staring at him fiercely, her whole body trembling: "Dont touch me! You devil! You will go to hell!"
"Is that so? Then lets go to hell together."
Lucas Townshend withdrew his hand, looking down at her, his deep eyes became cold again.
"Lucas Townshend, wont your conscience be uneasy? It wasnt you who forced the Rivers family to have nowhere to go, asking for help with no door, my father wouldnt have died suddenly of a heart attack! You are the executioner, you will be retribution!"
Natalie Rivers was flustered by his cold gaze, and she frantically picked up the pillow and threw it at him.
Lucas Townshend stepped back two steps to avoid the pillow, and a smile appeared on his abstinence-like clear face: "Richard Rivers death has nothing to do with me, it was his own fault, no one else to blame. You should rest well."
After that, he turned and left in big steps.
The cold and straight back was noble, and before Natalie Rivers could say the word "divorce," she only heard a "bang," and the door of the room was slammed shut.
Natalie Rivers shivered with evil.
She wants a divorce!
After finding her mobile phone on the bedside table, she started calling Lucas Townshend. After being hung up three times in a row, it was busy again.
Lucas Townshend clearly didnt want to answer her call.
Natalie Rivers hand holding the mobile phone tightened and loosened, she got out of bed, and started packing.
She wants a divorce! She absolutely doesnt want to stay with this devil anymore!
"Madam, your high fever has just subsided, have some porridge first. The master said..." Mrs. Howard came in with porridge, but before she could finish speaking, she met Natalie Rivers dragging her luggage about to leave.
"Madam, this is..." Mrs. Howard was shocked, what is Madam doing with luggage when she is seriously ill?
Natalie Rivers turned her face away, her hand dragging the suitcase tightened and loosened. She has lived in this villa for seven years, and the person she sees the most is Mrs. Howard, Mrs. Howard is really good to her.
"I want to divorce Lucas Townshend, I cant live here anymore. Mrs. Howard, take care of yourself." After that, she pulled the box and walked out of the villa without looking back.
Divorce?
Mrs. Howard was stunned at first, the master just now instructed her to cook some porridge for Madam to send over, and didnt say Madam was leaving? Madam is still sick!
She quickly put down the porridge she was holding, but when she chased out, there was no sign of Natalie Rivers.
Lucas Townshend had just arrived at the company, and these two days Natalie Rivers was in a high fever and unconscious, which delayed a lot of things, so as soon as he arrived at the company, he called a meeting with the heads of various departments.
When the mobile phone rang, the marketing director was reporting the sales data of this quarter.
Seeing the villas landline flashing on the screen, Lucas Townshends eyes suddenly became fierce, and he raised his hand to make a pause gesture. The mobile phone was blocked, and then used the home phone? Natalie Rivers, you are really desperate!
"Whats the matter?" The slightly cold tone was mixed with a trace of impatience.
"Sir! Madam dragged her luggage and left! I couldnt stop her! Madam said, she said she wants to divorce you, sir." Mrs. Howard was a bit anxious.
Lucas Townshends back, leaning on the chair, suddenly became stiff, and his hand holding the mobile phone suddenly tightened, and a layer of frost appeared on his handsome face, which was as perfect as a work of art.