Chapter 3 Go to The Little Treasury

Luke Chase was her childhood friend, a typical rich kid.

Luke probed. “Are you really sure?”

“I’ve never been surer.” There has been a smile on the corners of Sydney’s mouth ever since she came out.

She had always been sophisticated and beautiful. That smile seemed to have dispelled the years of gloom and made her look brighter.

Luke sighed. “I thought you’d never get over him. I’ve been worried about you for the past six years. How the hell did you fall in love with that scumbag?”

Sydney nodded. “Yes. Why was I so stupid?”

“Fortunately, you didn’t wake up too late. You’d be old and faded if you took another six years.” Luke laughed and continued, “I used to think that if you got old and were kicked out, I could marry you reluctantly since we’re childhood friends.”

Sydney rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t jinx it.”

“By the way, this is the divorce agreement you asked me to prepare. Take a look.”

Sydney casually flipped through the documents after receiving them. “I won’t take anything from Julien. I didn’t owe him anything before, and I won’t owe him anything in the future.”

She signed her name without hesitation.

Luke saw how decisive she was and could not help but smile. “Good. You don’t drag your feet at all.”

Sydney put the pen away and raised her brows slightly. “Let's go to the hospital.”

“Sure thing, milady!”

The top floor of the hospital was exclusive for VIP patients.

After finding Room 1203, Sydney knocked on the door and pressed on the handrail to push the door in.

On the hospital bed, a delicate woman seemed frightened of her. The woman hid under the quilt in horror, teary-eyed and terrified of her.

Julien’s expression also sank, and his voice was cold as ice. “What are you doing here?”

Sydney casually took the divorce agreement out of her bag and handed it to him. “Sign this, and I’ll leave immediately.”

Julien looked at it and his expression sank a little more. His voice was extremely cold. “You want a divorce?”

“Why not?” Sydney tucked her hair behind her ear. Her smile was warm yet distant. “It’s been hard on you these six years. Sign it, and you’ll be free. Isn’t that right?”

Julien frowned with a cold face, his expression solemn and heavy. He did not know what kind of trick she was playing this time.

Just then, Lyra quietly called out from the hospital bed. “Julien...”

That voice was like some kind of nudge.

Julien looked at Lyra before turning his gaze to Sydney again. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Let’s talk about this when we get back. You go out first. Don’t disturb Lyra.”

Sydney chuckled, but the smile did not reach her eyes. “I’m serious. You’re going to bring Ms. Madden back anyway, so won’t it be better if I left? That way, I won’t get in your way.”

“Sydney Raines!” The man’s voice was cold and deep. It sounded as if he had already reached the limit of his patience with her.

“Ms. Madden is watching. Could it be that... you’ve fallen in love with me, so you’re not willing for a divorce?” The corners of Sydney’s lips hooked into an elegant and charming smile.

Lyra looked at Julien pitifully, trying to probe his thoughts. “Julien, what’s wrong?”

Sydney looked at the man with cold eyes and waited for him to make a choice.

“Fine, I’ll sign it!” Julien pursed his lips, his face surprisingly cold.

Sydney smiled with satisfaction. Taking the man’s signed divorce agreement, she left in style without a moment’s hesitation.

However, once she left the ward, the tears in the corners of her eyes fell uncontrollably.

Six years of marriage and eight years of love, all down the drain.

Since the human heart was made of flesh, it would be a lie to say that it did not hurt.

It was as if someone had struck her heart with the tip of a needle, making it throb with pain.