Marrying My Fiancé Right Before My Regretful Ex-Husband

Louise gritted her teeth. "Shut up, just follow the instructions on this paper. Don’t worry about anything else. After it's done, I’ll pay you."

The conversation ended there, and I quickly stepped back into the elevator, waiting for a while before I felt it was safe to exit.

When I reached the door of the ward, I heard Vincent’s voice.

"Louise, what’s going on with your heart? How did this happen?"

Louise’s face was pale, and she weakly replied, "I’m not sure. Dr. Beckham said that since they can’t figure out the cause, maybe it’s because of what my sister did..."

She stopped mid-sentence, suddenly clutching her mouth in horror, her eyes wide open. "No... it’s impossible. My sister wouldn’t do this to me."

Vincent looked at her with a pained expression, frowning deeply. He quickly pulled her into his arms and comforted, "It’s okay, I’ll be here with you."

Watching the two of them so affectionate, I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

"Excuse me, ma'am, are you here to visit?" A nurse’s voice interrupted my thoughts, breaking the intimate moment between them in the ward.

"What are you doing here?" Vincent turned to me, his eyes full of gloom.

"I came to deliver a document to you," I replied flatly.

Upon hearing this, Vincent frowned. "What document would you need to bring in person? And at such an inappropriate time?"

I knew he’d say that, so I took out the document I had already prepared and handed it to him. "It'she project that Louise wanted. Your assistant couldn’t find you, so he sent it to the house."

"He said the contract needs to be finalized today, or it will cause more trouble later. So, he asked me to bring it."

"Since you don’t want to sign it, I’ll just tear it up for you."

I pretended to rip the contract, but Louise was even more anxious than Vincent. She almost jumped out of bed to snatch the document from my hands, but Vincent quickly held her back.

"Sister, please, don’t tear it up! This project is something I’ve been following for a long time, and I’ve worked hard for it to help Vince."

Louise’s eyes reddened, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "As long as you don’t tear up the contract, I’ll do anything. Even if you send me abroad again..."

"Sierra!" Vincent’s face darkened with rage as he glared at me. "Give it to me. I’ll sign it."

I walked over and handed him the divorce agreement along with the contract. Vincent, too absorbed in coaxing Louise, didn’t even look at the contract carefully.

"Now, get out, and don’t dirty Louise’s eyes by staying here."

Finally, with the divorce agreement in my hands, I breathed a sigh of relief. "You should’ve signed it sooner."

After I left with the signed document, I had a runner deliver the contract to Vincent’s assistant.

Earlier, I had met his assistant at the villa’s door, and knowing Vincent might refuse to sign, I decided to use the contract as a cover.

With the divorce agreement in hand, I returned to the hotel and booked a flight for tomorrow.

Later that night, my phone buzzed with a message from Louise.

It was a video. The lighting was dim, and there was a suggestive sound of water flowing. I furrowed my brows, feeling disgusted.

I was about to close the video when I heard Louise’s voice.

"Vince, I want to have a baby with you. Is that okay?"

"Of course, Louise, any child you have will be as kind and cute as you."

"But, sister, she’s been trying to do IVF with you, hasn’t she?"

Vincent scoffed. "She’ll never be able to carry my child."

"Why?" Louise asked, sounding curious.

Without hesitation, Vincent replied, "Because her eggs either go down the drain or get fertilized by stray dogs on the street."

"So, Louise, you don't need to worry," he added.