The Wealthy Divorcee

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Regardless of whether Alice was ashamed or not, Jenna gave a damn. Alice struggled as she saw the woman tear the bandage off her bandaged left leg.

The temperature in the ward fell to below zero all of a sudden.

Jenna scoffed as she observed Alice's leg being watched.

“Wow, it's so terrible that not even a drop of blood is running out. If I arrived a little later, I'm worried that your ‘wound’ will totally heal.”

“Jenna! You... Rex, it's not like that... It's only that I'm feeling weak right now and will recover better with a blood transfusion.”

The man turned to look at Alice. As she frantically explained, her heart raced.

"Four to five times a month, you get hurt. You're attempting to drain my blood, in my opinion. You won't have another chance like this in the future." Jenna added in a chilly tone. "Arrange for Rex to wed another fool to become your new mobile blood bank."

Jenna snorted after that and walked out of the ward without turning around.

Jenna collapsed on a bench in the hallway as she slammed the door to the ward shut, feeling depressed and as like the entire world had abandoned her.

Tears streamed down Jenna's eyes as she pulled out her phone and mumbled, "I'll try my hardest to make a call," her voice choking with exhaustion.

“Big brother….”

Only hearing her voice, the other person sighed quietly. His tone was gracious. “I'll come get you, where are you?"

A few minutes later, the unconscious woman was gently carried out of the hospital by a noble and elegant man who was in the company of a group of enigmatic men dressed in black.

With a dejected expression, Rex dragged the attending physician out of the ward. He was furious, as seen by his black eyes.

“Is this the quality of professionalism in your hospital? A serious leg injury?! Is a blood transfusion really necessary for scraped skin?”

Rex delivered a chilling performance. He felt guiltier and more intensely experienced that peculiar feeling in his heart every time he remembered Jenna's frail condition following her blood donation.

The doctor trembled and no longer dared to keep the truth from him.

"Mr. Hidalgo, we will never dare to do this again. It was Ms. Florence's command. It has nothing to do with our hospital. She said you agreed to all of the blood transfusions. Every time Ms. Jenna contributed blood, you were also there.”

‘Alice Florence, did I treat her too kindly? Just because of that picture, Jenna insisted on getting a divorce. Has she been misinformed about my friendship with Alice?’

Rex reasoned that he could simply explain it to her in that situation. Despite not feeling any passion for his wife, he had always been devoted to their union and was content with the way things were. He therefore, had no problem continuing in this manner for the rest of their lives.

He had never considered getting a divorce since they got married, at least.

If Jenna wasn't happy with his connection with Alice, he may separate himself from Alice.

Rex believed that if they resolved this minor issue, their marriage would still be salvageable.

When he tried to call Jenna on her phone, it was off.

Rex drew the security who was standing at the door, his brows furrowed furiously. A little while later, the nervous bodyguard was in front of him.

"Mr. Hidalgo, the hospital's security footage was suddenly compromised ten minutes ago, and despite searching the entire facility, we are unable to locate the young madam anywhere.”

Rex scowled, even more, his thin lips curled into a tight line. He experienced an unexplainable emotion surge in his chest as he recalled Jenna signing the divorce agreement without hesitation. His deep, dark eyes had an unfathomable, impenetrable quality.

"Where can she go now that the divorce is final? She is financially disadvantaged."

His heart felt exceedingly uneasy, and the unpleasant feeling that usually dogged him became more severe at the notion of her leaving so abruptly.

"Get someone to look for her, and let me know as soon as you do."

"How could she switch off her phone in such a manner? She certainly stepped out of line!"

"I agree, sir."

Rex did not want to admit that this woman, who was no longer his wife, had caused him to experience a moment of anxiety.

………………………….

The lavishly adorned room's limited-edition expensive Italian furniture felt familiar to Jenna. Her tears began to fall as soon as she opened her eyes and saw the lavish chamber that she had not seen in a while.

"This is my bedroom,"

It's simply a divorce; why are you crying? Do you believe the Anderson family won't be able to support you?

Her ears were filled with a wise and stern voice. Jenna cried even more and looked over with pained eyes.

Marcus Anderson, the fabled Chairman of the Anderson Empire, who had the power to quake New York City with the sole of his foot, was standing in Jenna's room, appearing regal and haughty.

"Dad..."