Forced Donation on Wedding Day

I looked through my phone and contacted a lawyer.

I hoped he could use his connections to help me investigate Jocelyn.

The matter of corneas definitely hadn't ended.

I had to save myself.

I didn't expect that this matter would be just as I imagined.

Jocelyn was not blind at all. On the contrary, she was moving around in the mall, completely unaffected by this matter.

Then, why did she pretend to be blind?

She even wanted my corneas.

After thinking it over, I decided to tell Samuel about this matter. I couldn't let him be deceived.

Just as I stepped out of the hospital gate, I was immediately knocked down by a hurried guy. I couldn't stand firm and almost fell.

The woman's sunglasses were shattered, and she turned her head in panic and glared at me.

When our eyes met, I saw the panic in her eyes.

"Jocelyn! You're not blind, so why did you want my corneas?" I rushed up and grabbed her clothes tightly, not letting her leave.

Her face was panicked, and she was too nervous to even look up at me.

And next to her was a young boy lying on the ground, feeling around for his cane.

Taking advantage of my momentary daze, she picked up the child and ran, not even giving me a chance to react.

As I rubbed my sore ankle and wanted to chase after her, someone grabbed me from behind with great force.

"Everyone is watching. Do you still think it's not embarrassing enough?"

It was Samuel.

I anxiously took out the evidence, wanting to tell him that Jocelyn was a fraud, but I heard the discussions of the onlookers around me.

"She bumped into a blind woman yet yelled at her. She has no sense of public morality."

"She scared the woman away and still wouldn't let go. She's really unreasonable!"

Samuel heard this and frowned. His voice was low and he questioned what I did.

"No, she's not blind. We made eye contact..."

Before I could finish speaking, Samuel groped her way to the middle of us, looked at Samuel, and sobbed.

She even took off her sunglasses.

Her eyes were lifeless and as she stared blankly in a direction.

"Clare, I didn't expect to run into you just now. It's my fault, I apologize to you."

As she spoke, she was about to kneel, and everyone thought I had bullied her.

Samuel was even more furious.

"I tolerate you over and over again because you are my wife! Not only do you not donate your corneas, but you also bully Jocelyn like this!"

He lifted his foot and kicked me in the lower abdomen, and the pain almost made me faint.

I just recovered from the abortion, but blood stains appeared on my lower body again.

I weakly reached out my hand, hoping that Samuel could see me. At least, he should send me to the emergency room.

But he didn't do that.

Jocelyn stood in front of me and weakly said that she had a stomachache and wanted to go home with him.

"Clare, I warn you not to act up anymore, otherwise, I'll divorce you."

They left swaggeringly, and I collapsed in front of the hospital, trembling all over.

In the end, it was a passing old lady who sent me to the emergency room.

No matter how painful the bleeding was, it couldn't compare to the pain in my heart.

I forced myself to hold on and contacted a lawyer. I asked him to immediately draft a divorce agreement and said that Samuel should bear all the medical expenses.

After nearly two weeks of recuperation, I returned home and packed my luggage. The first thing I did was to find Jocelyn.

I didn't even need to contact Samuel. I knew he would be by her side.

Today was Jocelyn's birthday.

She was wearing a delicate dress and standing happily among the crowd. When she found out that I came over, she covered her mouth in surprise.

"Samuel has been so worried about me recently, and I can't even drive him away. Clare, please don't get angry..."

I clenched my teeth and slapped her.

Soon, a palm print appeared on her fair face.

Samuel couldn't stand her being treated unfairly like this, so he walked over with a stern expression.

I was no match for him, so I just picked up a porcelain plate next to me and threw it at him.

"Clare, stop it, are you crazy?"

Yes, I was crazy. I wanted them to pay the price for their actions!

I picked up an ashtray and threw it at Jocelyn. She instinctively caught it and placed it on the table.

I couldn't help but sneer, "Miss Boone, you have good eyesight. You can even catch a small ashtray. It seems that you don't need corneas at all."

She stood still, stuttering and unable to answer.

She started crying again.

Samuel felt sorry for her. He hugged her tightly, blaming me.

"What are you making a fuss about? Today is Jocelyn's birthday. What are you acting like a resentful woman again?

I took out the divorce agreement drafted by the lawyer and threw it at him.

Samuel didn't even look at it and threw it into the trash can beside him.

"Do you think I don't know what you're up to? You just want my money and my attention to you, right?"

He thought too highly of himself.

It wasn't until I slapped him that he was willing to listen to what I had to say.

"You kicked me, causing me to be unable to have children again! I will hate you for the rest of my life!"

Samuel was stunned with a trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes, and his gaze fell on my abdomen.

In the past, he looked forward to the birth of the child.

"If the child had been born, it wouldn't want to see us like this."

Jocelyn stood aside with a slight smile appearing at the corner of her mouth. She suppressed the joy in her heart.

She couldn't wait for us to divorce.

"Samuel, people say that forced marriage can't be sweet. Since Clare doesn't want to be with you, why not let her go?"

Samuel's veins throbbed. He smirked defiantly and picked up the pen to sign his name.

"Clare, you have to pay the price for your words! From now on, we have nothing to do with each other!"