Chapter 155 We Are Divorced
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Evergreen Hospital.
Isabella was getting bandaged up, and William sat alone in the hospital corridor waiting.
The hospital lights were cold and harsh.
He sat leaning back in the chair by himself, staring at the pale ceiling.
Too much had happened today. His mind was a mess.
Images of Amelia kept appearing in his mind—all the moments they'd shared over the years, and everything about her as Lika these past days.
Her tears, those eyes of hers—they broke his heart.
But in the end, what drowned out everything else was Isabella's blood-covered wrists.
That was his responsibility.
All kinds of emotions welled up, and a sense of helplessness overwhelmed him.
He didn't know how to make everyone happy.
William closed his eyes in pain.
What finally made him open them was an old voice filled with anger—
"William!"
He opened his eyes to see Finn's furious face before him.
"Grandpa," William called out softly.
"You bastard!" Finn snorted coldly. "Why are you here instead of going to find Amelia!"
William didn't know what to say. He just looked at Finn weakly.
Seeing William like this made Finn even angrier.
People were constantly coming and going here, so he said to William, "Come with me!"
William pushed himself up from the wall and followed behind Finn, who was leaning on his cane.
They walked in silence.
Finally, they arrived at the emergency stairwell.
Finn was supported by Ezra, and Cleo was also there, watching William.
"I don't want to say much else." Finn locked his stern gaze on William. "William, I'm telling you, we the Brown family will not allow this to happen. Right now, immediately, go and bring Amelia back!"
"If you can't get rid of Isabella, then I will!"
But William just stared at the corridor to the side.
He remembered again that day when he accidentally pushed Amelia down the stairs.
And during The Sound of Heaven's first livestream, all those bruises covering Lika's body.
When he got into the ambulance with Isabella, he'd seen reporters staking out nearby.
It must be all over the internet by now.
In this situation, would she... be willing to see him?
Seeing William like this made Finn furious. He struck William hard with his cane. "Say something!"
But William didn't know what to say.
Cleo, watching from the side, couldn't take it anymore. She stared at William and said seriously, "William, everyone has feelings. You've hurt Amelia again and again—haven't you thought about how heartbroken she must be?"
"Before, at home, we wanted you two to talk things through properly, but now it's clear that never happened!"
"Aren't you afraid she'll stop wanting you?"
William looked at Cleo blankly.
Stop wanting him?
Before his eyes appeared again Amelia's calm eyes that no longer looked at him.
And her back as she left the marriage registration office the day they got their divorce certificate.
Would she?
William's fists clenched tight. Suddenly, he wasn't sure.
"Your grandmother is talking to you—can't you hear her!" Finn grew angrier the more he looked.
He took out his phone, found Amelia's contact, and handed the phone to William.
"Right now, call Amelia immediately. Tell her you've broken things off with Isabella, and that you're coming to find her!"
But William just stared at Amelia's name on the phone.
"Do you hear me!"
His clenched fists trembled.
"William!"
Nothing felt real. In the corridor nearby, he seemed to see again the image of Amelia falling, and hear her cry from that time when he didn't dare look back.
Just as Finn was about to speak again, William heard his own voice.
"We're divorced."
The voice sounded strange, as if it didn't belong to him.
Finn, who had been raising his cane, froze.
"What?" Finn said in disbelief.
William lowered his eyes slightly, looking toward the emergency stairwell.
He said, "The cooling-off period passed. We got the divorce certificate a few days ago."
The entire corridor fell silent for three seconds.
Then came Ezra's disbelieving voice: "Mr. William Brown, you can't joke about this. You can't lie to Mr. Finn Brown and Mrs. Cleo Brown just to avoid calling Mrs. Amelia Brown!"
But William just pressed his lips together tightly and said nothing.
"You..."
Finn's anger flared. He struck William with his cane.
"Well then, William, you've got some nerve!"
Finn was so angry he kept gasping for breath. His chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot, pointing at William.
"So at least a month ago, you already asked Amelia for a divorce!"
"Right when you were openly going around with Isabella."
"Good, just wonderful! For Isabella's sake, you actually divorced Amelia!"
Finn's finger trembled with rage, even his lips were shaking.
"How did we the Brown family end up with a scoundrel like you!"
"I... I'll beat you to death!"
Finn raised his cane and struck William hard again, but just as he was about to raise it once more.
"We the Brown family..."
Suddenly—
"Finn!"
"Mr. Brown!"
Finn suddenly couldn't catch his breath. His eyes rolled back and he passed out. Ezra and Cleo immediately caught him.
"Grandpa!"
William immediately moved to support Finn, but was pushed away by Cleo.
"Grandma, let me..." William said anxiously.
"Get out!" But before William could finish, Cleo shouted angrily, "We don't have a grandson like you!"
"You stopped caring about whether we lived or died long ago. What are you pretending to care for now?"
"Why don't you just make me so angry I die too!"
Ezra had already called for a doctor.
"Grandma, I didn't." William's eyes were red. "Let me help Grandpa. Grandpa's condition..."
What answered him was Cleo's merciless push.
The motion-sensor lights in the emergency stairwell flickered on and off.
No matter how hard William tried, Cleo kept pushing him away.
This pushing and shoving made him think again of that day when several of them had struggled in the emergency stairwell.
Soon, medical staff rushed over and carried Finn away for emergency treatment.
William followed the whole way, finally stopped outside the emergency room.
All that was left was Cleo's words—
"If anything happens to your grandfather, I'll follow him in death. Remember this, William—you're carrying our lives on your back!"
Before William's eyes was the tightly closed emergency room door. People were coming and going everywhere.
What they were saying, he could no longer make out.
Nothing felt real.
How had things gotten to this point? It seemed like he'd messed everything up.
What should he do?