Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 267: Even if Married, We Can Divorce, I Don’t Mind

Chapter 267: Chapter 267: Even if Married, We Can Divorce, I Don’t Mind

Serena Summers, Claire Lane, and one other person left together; she sent Lucas Shaw a message asking him not to pick her up that evening.

Once in the car, Claire started to gossip, "Serena, are you really married?"

"Yes." Serena leaned back in the backseat, her eyes slightly closed.

"So, all those rumors online are true? Were you really sold by your biological parents to be someone’s wife?" The speaker was one of Claire’s younger sisters, Sophia Forrest.

If Serena had any impression of Claire, she had none of Claire and Aurora Hamilton.

Yet, both of them were overly familiar, incessantly asking questions by her side.

Eventually, Serena grew impatient and shot them a cold glance, "If you’re so curious about other people’s business, why not become gossip journalists?"

Spooked by Serena’s icy gaze, the two shrank their necks and dared not speak anymore.

The car finally regained its quiet, and Claire, sitting in the passenger seat, stealthily glared at them both.

They were completely incompetent and only made things worse! Why keep running their mouths?

Soon, the group arrived at the private room Claire had mentioned.

Upon entering, Serena swept a glance and didn’t recognize anyone.

She only felt they looked familiar but couldn’t remember their names.

However, they all greeted Serena enthusiastically, to which she responded with a polite smile.

Most of the people present were from either wealthy or noble families in the Imperial Capital, and they were very outgoing, laughing and joking around.

Serena had been their school’s beauty back in the day, so soon, everyone shifted the conversation towards her.

"Serena, I heard you got married? Is it true?"

"Yes."

"So, your husband is really Lucas Shaw?"

"Yes."

"How did you meet? I heard you are the true heiress of the Summers Family, and in the end, your biological parents sold you..."

Before the sentence was finished, a sudden sound of glass shattering echoed in the room.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound and saw Claire with a grim expression, her wine glass shattered on the floor.

"Enough already! Change the topic!"

Serena raised her eyebrows, not understanding why Claire reacted so strongly.

The room fell silent for about half a minute, everyone staring at Claire in surprise.

Then someone stood up to smooth things over, "Let’s drink, just drink..."

Everyone knew Claire’s identity, so no one dared to provoke her.

Claire’s father is the head of the Lane Family in the Imperial Capital, Justin Lane.

Her uncle is an internationally renowned fashion magazine photographer, Julian Lane.

And her mother is a daughter from the second-largest noble family in the Imperial Capital, the Fletcher Family.

With such a background, you wouldn’t find anyone like her in all of the Imperial Capital.

So every time they went out, everyone treated Claire like an ancestor, not daring to make her angry.

No one knew which comment upset her today, but the little ancestor ended up throwing such a big fit.

However, the atmosphere in the room soon became lively again, and someone handed Serena a glass of wine.

The person giving her the drink was a man around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a hearty personality, but with dark circles under his eyes, clearly from staying up late.

Serena couldn’t help but advise, "Drink less, it’s bad for the liver. You seem to have symptoms of insomnia, you haven’t slept well for several days, right? I suggest you get a full medical check-up at the hospital."

At this, everyone fell silent again, staring at Serena in astonishment.

"Damn... Damn it! She was spot on! Nathan Fletcher’s family has been in trouble recently and he’s been drinking all the time." A man of about the same age sitting next to him suddenly spoke.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the two of them.

They had also heard about the Fletcher Family’s problems.

About three months ago, the young master of the Fletcher Family went missing unexpectedly, and it was only half a month ago that he was found, but by then he was barely hanging on.

The Fletcher Family sealed off the news regarding the child’s current situation, and probably only they know what exactly is happening.

Talking about this, Claire Lane’s face also turned pale.

Nathan’s father is Claire Lane’s mother’s brother, making the two of them cousins.

And the child barely hanging on to life is Nathan’s younger brother, who is only three years old this year.

His aunt was an older mother, so the little cousin was somewhat frail at birth, and she took great care in nurturing him over the years.

Unexpectedly, three months ago, while the nanny took the child to the park, he vanished in the blink of an eye.

Half a month ago, the police found him in a garbage bin of a residential building.

From what the police say, it seems to be related to an illegal organization from more than a decade ago, but the investigation is still ongoing.

This time, she organized a gathering at the bar specifically to bring Nathan here, hoping for more people and more liveliness, to keep him from drinking in solitude and wallowing in chaotic thoughts.

There’s another reason...

Claire Lane sneakily glanced at Serena Summers, feeling somewhat uneasy inside.

As early as half a month ago, Claire Lane already knew that Serena Summers was her direct cousin; her father told Claire that Serena would soon visit the Lane Family to see her grandfather, and specifically instructed her not to bully Serena.

Was she that petty?

Really!

Serena also roughly understood the whole story.

It turns out, Claire Lane is the daughter of her great uncle; the child Dean Carter mentioned is the young master of the Fletcher Family.

Even she couldn’t help but marvel, all this was too coincidental.

She looked at Nathan Fletcher; the young man who was laughing heartily just moments ago now had his head bowed, hands covering his face, his whole body displaying signs of weathering and despair.

It seemed like his earlier laughter was all just pretense.

She sighed silently in her heart and then slowly stood up, "Let’s go."

Everyone looked up at her puzzled, and Claire Lane asked in confusion, "Where to?"

Serena Summers raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, and walked out, "The hospital. You two, follow."

Claire Lane and Nathan Fletcher looked at each other, puzzled, but eventually followed.

The two young ladies also wanted to follow, but Claire Lane stopped them.

Imperial Capital is the Lane Family’s turf; she, Serena, wouldn’t dare do anything to them.

"Could she be taking me to get a check-up?" The twenty-something-year-old man, though past the age of puberty, still blushed uncontrollably.

He scratched his head, mumbling to himself, "That would be so embarrassing. Sis, do you think she cares about me? Does she have feelings for me?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he received a hard slap on the back of his head, "Nonsense! She’s a married woman!"

Nathan Fletcher, with his weathered face and scruffy beard, spoke childishly, "Well, married can also mean divorced. I don’t mind!"

He continued to giggle foolishly to himself.

The sorrow brought about by his brother’s severe illness was slightly alleviated.

"What are you thinking? She is my direct cousin, and by relation, you should call her ’little sister’. We are closely related; close kin cannot marry, forget about it!" Claire Lane looked at her foolish younger brother with disdain, unable to help but face-palm.

This rotten kid was truly spoiled; how could he be so childish?