Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 173 - - Albert, you demon

One day, she suddenly received a text message from an unfamiliar number. The message said:

"Happy New Year, Miss Lancaster! The Laurence family is no more. From now on, let's focus on the Lancaster family together!"

The tone of the message was clearly excited, triumphant, and filled with provocation. Her heart tightened in an instant. She didn't know who had sent the message, but it was certainly someone who knew about his revenge plan.

The Lancaster family meant nothing to her, except for Maureen. She urgently called Maureen, skipping any pleasantries and getting straight to the point:

"Maureen, how have you and my brother-in-law been recently? How is his company doing?"

Maureen's voice remained as gentle as always:

"We're both doing fine, little sister. What's the matter? You seem so worried."

"No, nothing at all. I just suddenly missed you guys. Heh!"

Cynthia breathed a long sigh of relief. Perhaps people like Maureen and Wendy were too ordinary for him to bother with. If he were to make a move, it would likely be against someone more conspicuous like Grace or Doreen.

"If you miss us, you should call us more often. Come over for dinner when you have time."

Maureen, clearly not expecting her normally distant sister to suddenly say she missed them, warmly invited her to dinner.

After thinking for a moment, Cynthia agreed:

"Alright, Maureen. I'll definitely come over when I have time!"

Soon after, the news on TV started reporting extensively about the imminent bankruptcy of the Lancaster family. Cynthia sat on the sofa, staring at the screen, unable to regain her senses. The words "Lancaster Empire bankruptcy" stabbed at her heart.

The bankruptcy of the Lancaster Empire meant the end of their marriage. She had once believed that the sweetness they shared could last forever, and that when the day of the Lancaster Empire's collapse came, they could still smile at each other and say: "Let's keep going like this."

But now, it seemed that those were just empty wishes. Having come this far, perhaps the only way to find relief was to let it end.

From now on, they would have no further ties. But why, when thinking about this, did her heart ache so painfully? She couldn't let go, she just couldn't let go...

If Cynthia still held a shred of affection for Albert, then Maureen's accident shattered that last bit of lingering goodness she had left for him.

Maureen had been in a car accident while picking up her child from school. In order to protect the child, she pushed the child out of harm's way and took the full impact of the oncoming car. She was struck by the speeding vehicle and thrown into the air.

Cynthia received the news three days later. She nearly fainted again. After a brief moment of blankness in her mind, she remembered the message from that day. She immediately went mad with panic and rushed to the hospital.

Wendy seemed to have aged overnight. She sat at Maureen's bedside in a daze, holding her hand and repeatedly kissing it. Maureen's body was wrapped in bandages, her body full of tubes.

Cynthia's heart ached when she saw this scene. She hadn't even spoken before the tears began to pour down her face, her words choking on the sorrow.

"Brother-in-law, Maureen..."

A tear slipped down Wendy's cheek, but her gaze remained fixed on Maureen. With deep pain, she spoke:

"The doctors say there's brain damage... she might be a vegetable for the rest of her life..."

It's said that men don't cry easily, but that's only because they haven't reached the point of heartbreak. When you see the woman you love lying lifeless on a hospital bed, if you don't shed a tear, it means your heart is truly cold.

Cynthia staggered back several steps, shocked by Wendy's words. She accidentally knocked over a nearby chair, her eyes wide in disbelief as she desperately shook her head, tears pouring uncontrollably.

No! This couldn't be! God wouldn't be so cruel! He wouldn't let this gentle woman be bedridden for the rest of her life. She still had her lover, her son, her home she had lovingly cared for, and her bright, stable life ahead of her.

This news made all of Cynthia's determination collapse in an instant. She covered her mouth and stood there crying loudly, like a child. Suddenly, she felt a profound despair towards life. She had loved wholeheartedly, lived with all her might, but why, in the end, couldn't she hold on to anything? Why couldn't she keep anything?

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and Albert, looking grim and weary, walked in, followed by the equally serious Jim. As soon as he saw her crying like a child, he furrowed his brows and walked over, naturally opening his arms to pull her into an embrace, his voice soft as he asked:

"What's going on?"

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Her helpless and fragile appearance made him feel inexplicably soft-hearted.

But she suddenly shoved him away with such force that he stumbled back several steps. Her eyes were full of pain, and her chest heaved violently from the immense anger:

"What's going on? Albert, how dare you come here and ask what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

His brows knitted in confusion as he took a step closer.

Cynthia felt all her anger surge to her head. She struggled to suppress the dizziness threatening to make her faint, her trembling finger pointing at him as she screamed with all her strength:

"What do you mean? Albert, why do you always have to pretend to be innocent after being so cruel, acting like you're putting on a show for everyone?"

She screamed with every bit of energy she had, as if trying to shout out all her fear, sadness, and anger. For the first time in her life, she was shouting so loud and with so much force at another person:

"Albert, you've lost all your humanity! You didn't even spare someone as good as Maureen! What kind of heart do you have?!"

"This wasn't me!"

He grabbed her, who was becoming hysterical, forcefully restraining her, and coldly said.

He had been abroad on business for the past few days. It was only after hearing about Maureen's accident that he rushed back. On the way back, he had been praying that she wouldn't misunderstand him, but in the end, his prayers were in vain. Now, she was staring at him with bloodshot eyes, as if she wanted to kill him.

To Cynthia, his explanation sounded so weak and powerless. It wasn't that she didn't believe him, but after he had so coldly rejected her plea for the Laurence family in the past, his constant excuses only made the hatred in her heart for him grow stronger.

"Cynthia, calm down—"

Albert stepped forward, wanting to hold the out-of-control Cynthia, but she suddenly screamed, then, as if avoiding a plague, waved her hands and backed away from his touch, shouting more desperately:

"Go away! Go away! Don't come near me! Albert, you demon, your hands are stained with blood!"

At that moment, Cynthia had completely lost her sanity. She wanted nothing more than for this man to die. In her uncontrollable state, she suddenly noticed a fruit knife on the bedside table. A surge of heat rushed to her head, and without thinking, she picked it up and stabbed toward the man who was about to come closer to her.

She didn't love him anymore. She didn't love him. Not anymore. She had loved him so painfully, so arduously! The deep hatred between them pushed them apart with every step, sending them further and further away.

All she could think about in her chaotic mind was this. She didn't even realize what she was doing. The pain, again and again, had blurred her vision.