Chapter 1787


    Faceed with Olivia''s questions, Edward only pursed his lips and lightly answered, "No one is forcing me


    to do this, and you don''t have to keep saying that. I know I''ve wronged you, but it''s not good for us to


    drag this on. We should get it over with."


    "Waste time? Is our marriage a bondage to you, now?" She questioned.


    "Olivia Hart!" He seldom called her by her full name like this. His eyes were frigid when he raised his


    head to look at her. "I''ve said enough, and there''s nothing to discuss further. I should’ve let you think I


    died in Burnwken. I shouldn''t havee back to you. That was my mistake. Now, I''m trying to correct


    that, okay?"


    Olivia stared at him intently, trying to find a trace of affection in his eyes, but all she could see was


    indifference. It broke her heart. Even if he was controlled and brainwashed, his gaze was like a sword


    through her heart.


    Her fingers clenched tightly, and her nails dug into her palms. The stinging pain from her palms


    matched the stinging in her heart.


    "No, you didn''t die in Burnwken. You came back. I can''t pretend that didn''t happen." Olvia took a deep


    breath, stood up, and picked up the two certificates, shaking them. "I don''t care whether or not you still


    love me, or whatever the reason is, I won''t divorce you! If you insist, fine! You can go ahead and sue


    me! We''ll take our time to settle this!"


    With that, she turned and left.


    There was a glimmer of hope in her heart that he would change his mind and persuade her to stay.


    However, in the next second, she heard a soft sigh followed by Edward''s faint voice. "As you wish."


    Those three words immediately broke her. She suddenly turned around and yelled, "Edward Sullivan!"


    Olivia looked at Edward in the wheelchair with his back against her. She strode over and pressed her


    hand on one of the armrests before bending down slightly and staring at the man''s side profile. "Isn''t it


    tiring to keep pretending and putting up a front like this?"


    "I am tired. That''s why I want a divorce." He turned around and looked at her. Each of her words


    stabbed her heart, one after another. "Is that okay?"


    After saying that, he lightly pushed her hands away and pushed himself toward the bedroom nkly


    while Olivia stood there with tears streaming down her face.


    …


    Late at night, in the vine development base’s experimental building, only a warm yellow light shined


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    in the office on the highest floor, making the whole room look hazy and dim.


    A small figure stood before therge floor-to-ceiling windows, contrasting considerably. It was a funny


    sight. The room was silent until a ck shadow quietly appeared behind the small figure.


    The dark shadow held a syringe, and the needle tip looked terrifying under the warm light. The shadow


    raised its hand and pointed the needle at the back of the tiny man''s neck as if about to pierce him.