Chapter 36 Christine


    Fainted


    Scarlett''s POV:


    Then sign it. Thewyer sighed and pushed the divorce agreement to me.


    I picked up the fountain pen, turned to thest page, and signed my name. Then, I pushed the


    divorce agreement to Charles, looked into his bloodshot eyes, and said, "It''s your turn."


    You seem pretty eager to get rid of me, don''t you? Charles asked through gritted teeth.


    I don''t see why we should dy it any longer. I put the pen in his hand.


    Charles clicked his teeth and mmed the pen on the table.


    But I don''t like to be dominated by others!


    I stared at him with wide eyes. What did he mean?


    Was he insane? He was the one who proposed the divorce. How was he the dominated one in this


    scenario? Was I wrong to go along with his dying tactics all this time?


    Charles, we don''t have all day, and we''re not the only ones with business here. Other people are


    waiting outside. Just sign the damn papers. Next thing I knew, Rita was walking over to us and


    handing Charles the pen.


    Judging from the anxious expression on her face, I could tell that among the three of us, she was


    the one suffering the most at the moment.


    Charles clenched his fists and refused to take the pen. He did not even raise his head to look at


    Rita. He just fixed his cold eyes on me.


    Thewyer swept his gaze on the three of us and then smiled meaningfully as if he understood


    what was happening.


    Charles, please... Rita begged in a broken voice. I bet she would give anything right now to be able


    to sign the papers for Charles.


    Then, my phone rang and broke the silence. It was Alice calling. At the same time, Charles''s phone


    rang. Michael was calling him.


    What was going on? Why were Alice and Michael calling us?


    As a million bad things raced through my head, my heart burst into a full gallop. I picked up.


    Hello, mom? What''s up? What? Grandma was rushed to the hospital?


    I''ll be right there.


    Charles and I hung up almost at the same time. Then, he grabbed my hand and towed me out of


    thew office.


    Charles!


    Rita ran after us. Charles stopped, turned around, and walked to Rita with a long face. He pulled


    her out of the office without saying a word. If she had not screamed his name, I doubt that he would


    have remembered her presence.


    Before leaving thew office, he turned to me and said, "Meet me outside. We''ll go to the hospital


    together."


    Outside thew office, I saw Charles push Rita into his car and m the door.


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    Charles''s snappiness scared Rita to tears.


    The engine hummed to life, and as the driver pulled into traffic, Rita rolled down her window and


    watched Charles rush toward me.


    Once again, rage and grief twisted her weary face. The flickering muscle in her jaw told me that she


    was not happy about what happened in thew office.


    For a patient with cancer in the advanced stages, Rita seemed way too energetic to me.


    She must really have godly endurance to be able to go around pushing Charles''s divorce.


    Let''s go. Charles took me to the roadside to hail a taxi.


    He grabbed my hand. I tried to shake off his grip, but I found that the harder I struggled, the tighter


    he held on. Eventually, I just gave up and let him nervously hold my hand.


    To be honest, I needed thefort, too. After all, the life of a woman that mattered to us both might


    be in danger. It was not the time to be squabbling.


    Soon, we arrived at the hospital. We raced to Christine''s ward.


    As soon as we arrived at the door, we heard Christine''s lively voice. Through the door''s ss


    window, I saw Michael feeding her some watermelon. There was a big smile on her face. She did


    not look like someone who had just lost consciousness spontaneously.


    The watermelon tastes good.


    She chewed and beamed like it was the first time that she ever tasted a fruit.


    Slowly but surely, all the pieces started falling into ce.


    Were Alice, Michael, and Christine in on this? Did they stage this little show to prevent us from


    going through with the divorce formalities?


    If that were the case, then I supposed I was out of luck.


    I shed Charles an annoyed look.


    Charles smiled faintly as if saying, "Hey, I don''t have anything to do with this." Then, he pushed the


    door open and walked in.


    Grandma? I greeted Christine with a smile.


    Oh! My dear Scarlett is here! When she saw me, she got so excited that she opened her arms and


    beckoned me to give her a hug. I could not decide whether tough or cry.


    Christine did not seem to be sick at all. In fact, she was her usual happy self.


    Seeing my reaction, Michael quickly tugged the hem of Christine''s hospital gown and gave her a


    look. It took a few moments before Christine registered what Michael was trying to tell her. Finally,


    she groaned and held her head with both hands. It took all my might not to cross my arms over my


    chest.


    Ouch! My head is aching again. I have to lie down for a while.


    Are you okay? Christine acted so hard that it made me want to pretend that I was really clueless.


    Michael helped Christine lie down, and I tucked her in.


    Scarlett, your grandma has been so worried about you and Charlestely that it made her sick.


    Michael looked at Christine with concern and nced at me and Charles. If he wanted to make me


    feel guilty, he seeded.


    What can we do? Charles asked with a smile, leaning against the door.


    Of course the one causing the problems has the nerve to ask. I''ve had it with the both of you.


    Enough with the foolishness. Scarlett, hand over your marriage certificate. It''s the only way to stop


    your grandma from worrying, Michael dered.


    Good gracious! How miserable my life is! I''m getting old. I just want to have a great grandchild


    before I die, but with my grandson and granddaughter-inw getting a divorce, I have no hope.


    Christine pushed her performance.


    Compared to Rita''s acting, Christine''s was even more exaggerated, but somehow, I did not hate it.


    I was even afraid to show any holes in my pretend gullibility. I wanted her to feel a sense of


    achievement even if it was at the expense of my long-overdue divorce.


    However, I did not want to hand over our marriage certificate.


    Grandma, I... What are you doing? Hey!


    When I was about to refuse, Charles suddenly strode over and grabbed my purse. He took out our


    marriage certificate and handed it to Christine.


    The moment Christine saw the marriage


    certificate, she practically sprung out of bed. She sat up and snapped the certified, holding it to her


    chest. She heaved a deep, steadying sigh, and her eyes glinted with the kind of glee that spelled


    triumph.


    I thought you''re having a splitting headache, Grandma.


    Christine was so happy that she ignored myment and just held on to our marriage certificate


    like it was some sort of a long-lost, legendary treasure map.


    Well, I''m cured, thanks to this.


    I could only shake my head.


    I had been working so hard to get Charles to sign the divorce papers. I came so close today, but


    Christine swooped in and took the opportunity away. With our marriage certificate in her hands, I


    was back to square one. I had no idea what move to make next.


    At this point, I was wondering whether or not Charles and I could ever get divorced.


    I did not want to be in this situation, but mentioning the divorce in front of Christine and Michael


    would not do anything for me at the moment. So I decided to give it up for the time being. Christine


    might not really be sick right now, but if I started going on and on again about how much I wanted


    my marriage to Charles to be over, she might take it very badly.


    Next thing I knew, someone was walking into the ward.


    At first I thought it was a nurse, but then I looked up and saw Rita.


    I heard that you were rushed here, Christine, so I came to see you. Rita approached Christine with


    a fruit basket in her hand.


    What are you doing here? I don''t want to see you! Get out! Christine snapped the moment she saw


    Rita.


    Please don''t be angry. I know you don''t want me to be with Charles because of my illness. If it were


    up to me, I wouldn''t want to be sick. I want to live a long, happy, and healthy life with Charles. Tears


    streamed down Rita''s face as she spoke. The pitiful look on her face was so convincing at the


    moment that it almost made me feel sorry for her.


    Sadly, nobody in the room bought it.


    Rita set the fruit basket on the cab beside the bed. Christine angrily tossed it to the ground and


    pointed to the door.


    Take your basket and leave, woman! Do you really think that I''m attending this little pity party of


    yours? I know what you''re doing. You''re just using your poor health to manipte my grandson into


    marrying you and staying by your side. Well, I don''t buy it! You can fool everybody else with your act


    but not me! Get out of my sight, you scheming witch!