Mr Carroll Went Crazy After Divorce

To Nevaeh’s surprise, the headline news continued to ferment in the next two days and became a hot topic in the city.

A large number of media reporters directly blocked the downstairs of the Carroll building, and every time they saw a person coming out, they would ask them questions in front of the cameras. The security guard failed to stop them.

“Could you tell me whether Mr Carroll works normally in the company these two days or is he seriously preparing for the divorce lawsuit with his wife?”

“Sorry. I don’t know.”

The employee came out with one hand blocking the face and broke the way from the building.

Learning the information from security, Sion Carroll was sitting at his desk with a solemn face.

For a moment, people were whispering and discussing the gossip in the company.

“Can’t we bury this thing?”

Saying it, Sion put his hands crossed on his forehead. His voice sounded tired.

“The public relations department dealt with them several times, but the topic was sent to the top once again. Now all the major short video websites and social networking sites are full of… the news that you are going to divorce, I’m afraid… we can’t hold it down.” His assistant, Matt, lowered his head after saying that. And his voice seemed to fade at his last few words.

He didn’t dare to imagine what would happen if Sion, their CEO, got mad.

Sion raised his head and snapped, “There are so many people in the public relations department. Just do something!”

This wasn’t just about Sion. The board got unsatisfied with the fact that the stock prices continued their downward trend as the news spread.

If things went on like that, Sion was afraid there would be only one result.

Her name kept circling in his mind. He closed his eyes and snuffed out the idea.

Was she determined to declare war on him in this way?

Matt hesitated and finally walked out of the office without saying anything.

At the hospital, Nevaeh clutched her cell phone while watching a video on it.

The subtitle read, “We are told that Mrs Carroll insisted on a divorce, which is related to the first love of Mr Carroll, the president of Carroll Group. … We don’t know whether it is because of their rekindled old flame, which Mrs Carroll can’t put up with.”

The video even showed the back of Sion and the “mysterious woman”, who was herself.

Nevaeh had no idea how they got the news and the pictures.

It had been two days. But Sion did not take any action. Thinking of it, Nevaeh felt like she was losing her mind.

It wouldn’t be long before her identity would be exposed, and then her image would be over.

She hadn’t seen Sion these days. Every time she called him, he said he was busy and then hang up the phone. Nevaeh also knew that Carroll Group would be affected by such things, and Sion should be busy. But she still couldn’t help thinking more. Would he be forced by the pressure of public opinion and temporarily separate from her?NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

She felt that she must do something to make that man feel sorry for her.

Nevaeh’s eyes were fixed on the fruit tray on the table not far away.

On the fruit tray, the sharp edge of a fruit knife was shimmering in the sunlight, which made it shiny and dazzling.

If she were going to die because of the news, Sion would surely feel more guilty.

She smiled and went out of bed.

Nevaeh glanced at the beautiful scenery the light touched out of the window and checked the time.

It was almost the regular time when the nurses would come to her ward. Nevaeh got up and opened the door. Then she went straight to the table and held the knife in her hand.

She started to build up for a heartfelt confession until one of her tears was squeezed out of the corner of her eyes. And then, she dialled a number.

Sion had just returned to his office after a temporary meeting when his mobile phone rang.

He looked at the screen and frowned. It was Nevaeh again.

He was busy with the company these two days, and he did ignore her. So, he clicked to connect.

“Hello?”

“…”

The other side of the phone was silent. Later, intermittent sobs came from his mobile phone.

Hearing this, Sion felt vaguely uncomfortable.

“Nevaeh? Can you hear me?”

Nevaeh’s faint sobs came one after another as if she was trying to suppress them.

“Nevaeh? Are you at the hospital? What happened?”

The man’s increasingly worried voice came out of the receiver. Nevaeh could hear it clearly but did not move a little.

Her play had just begun.

After a while, there were footsteps and familiar voices outside the door.

The nurses were coming.

Nevaeh glanced at her phone on the table, while slowly raising the knife in her hand. Eyes closed, she wiped hard at her wrist.

Blood gushed out.

A smile flashed from the corner of her mouth. The other hand of her hung to one side weakly. And the knife fell to the ground and made a clear sound.

In a moment, the blood was all over the floor.

“Ah!”

The nurses saw the blood on the flood as soon as they entered the ward.

“Oh, my gosh! Dr Burns?”

“Dr Burns…”