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She spent three years putting her marriage first. Then his first love came back, and he handed her divorce papers. Everyone in the city laughed at the discarded housewife. But she didn't fall apart. Instead, she stepped back into the life she had left behind—and revealed just how far above them she had always been. ===== "Do you truly want to end our marriage?" Georgia Campbell stared at the divorce agreement lying before her. Every trace of happiness disappeared as the truth sank in and turned her bl**d cold. "I do. Isabel's back," Cayden Marshall, her husband, said without warmth. Today was their third wedding anniversary. Georgia had visited the market, chosen fresh ingredients, and spent hours preparing a special dinner. In return, Cayden had placed a divorce agreement in front of her. What a surprise, she thought bitterly. "If any part of the settlement troubles you, let me know," Cayden added. He regarded the quiet, obedient woman before him with the same distant calm he used during business negotiations. Georgia dropped her gaze and read through the document as quickly as she could. Cayden had offered her generous compensation, including a valuable shop facing a busy street, a villa downtown, and fifty million dollars in cash. The entire settlement was worth no less than a billion dollars. She could spend the rest of her life in comfort without ever worrying about money. One billion dollars would repay her for enduring a marriage of three years without love or s*x. Anyone looking at the arrangement would say she had received more than enough. Georgia knew the sensible choice was to accept the offer without objecting. But she had not married Cayden for his money in the first place. Silence dragged on until Cayden placed a ci**rette between his lips and lit it. He inhaled slowly before looking at her through narrowed eyes. "Tell me if you want anything changed in the agreement." Georgia raised her head and held his distant gaze. "Cayden, did you ever care about me at all during our three years together?" "Not once." The answer came at once, firm and merciless, and crushed the final hope she had kept alive. Pain spread heavily through her ch**t. "Now I understand," she murmured as her lashes lowered to conceal the hurt in her eyes. The weakness passed quickly, and her familiar gentle smile returned. "I cooked your favorite dishes. Could you stay and share one final dinner with me?" Cayden only frowned and offered no reply. Georgia swallowed her tears before carrying the dishes from the kitchen and arranging each plate in front of him. At that moment, Cayden's phone began ringing. "Cayden, I'm in so much pain. Will you please come to the hospital and stay with me?" a woman asked softly through the phone. Georgia stood near enough to hear every word. Her hands closed into tight fists. "All right. Try to be good until I arrive," Cayden replied. "I'll be there shortly. Tell me what you'd like to eat, and I'll bring it with me." Georgia had never heard him speak to her with that kind of tenderness. The light faded from her face as she realized that love could make someone treat two people in completely different ways. When Cayden moved to leave, she hurried forward and caught the hem of his shirt. Her plea carried the same quiet obedience she had always shown him. "Cayden, will you stay until we finish dinner? Please, just this once." "Georgia, don't turn this into a scene." Cayden removed her hand without care and walked away without looking at her again. Georgia pressed a hand against the pain in her ch**t. Her control finally broke, and warm tears streamed down her cheeks. Three years ago, Cayden had approached her and proposed marriage. She had loved him quietly for years, so accepting his proposal had required no thought at all. After marriage, they had treated each other with courtesy and kept their distance. She had given up her own life to become a housewife and devoted herself to caring for his every need. Cayden had never shared her bed as a true husband, yet even that empty marriage had once been enough to make her happy. Cayden's grandfather had died two weeks earlier. Georgia had stood beside Cayden and handled the funeral arrangements. Once the funeral ended, Cayden began returning home less often. Tonight, he even asked for a divorce because Isabel Brooks, the woman he had always loved, had come back to the country. Georgia remained alone in the living room and let grief swallow the passing hours. By the time she forced herself to stand, stiffness had spread through her entire body. She gathered the untouched food and dumped it into the tr**h. The abandoned meal felt too much like her broken marriage. The shower didn't help her relax. When she lay in bed, Cayden's familiar scent surrounded her, making it impossible to sl**p. A sudden chime from her phone broke the silence. For one hopeful second, Georgia believed Cayden had sent her a message. Instead, she opened a series of photographs delivered by an unfamiliar number. Every picture showed Cayden resting comfortably against Isabel's shoulder with his eyes closed. A message appeared beneath the photographs. "Cayden is in love with me. Holding on to him will change nothing, so stop embarrassing yourself, Georgia." Georgia tightened her grip on the phone and saw how close they were. The ache inside her ch**t soon grew too painful to bear. She stayed on the bed until morning arrived. Ian Dale, Cayden's assistant, later entered the room carrying the divorce agreement. Sympathy crossed his face when he noticed how pale and exhausted Georgia looked. Still, he forced himself to deliver the message. "Ma'am, Mr. Marshall asked you to sign this. He'll accept any terms you wish to add." Georgia said nothing for a long while. Then she picked up the pen and placed her signature on the document. She did not want any compensation from Cayden and chose to leave with nothing. His wealth was never the reason she had married him, after all. Ian stared at her in surprise. "Ma'am, are you certain you don't want any of the settlement?" She answered with a quiet hum. Georgia left soon afterward. A few changes of clothes were all she packed before leaving the home she had shared with Cayden for three years. All the happiness she had carried into the marriage was gone. Nothing remained for her to take when she walked away. Beyond the front door, a hollow feeling settled inside her. She no longer knew where she belonged. Even so, she understood that her life had to go on. Cayden had never loved her, and she refused to keep chasing someone who didn't want her. Georgia pulled out her phone and called her closest friend, Jake Mitchell. "Jake, my marriage is over. I'm divorcing Cayden." Jake arrived without keeping her waiting. His car stopped beside her and sent a cloud of dust across the road. "Love only makes fo**s out of people. Leaving that marriage might be the smartest decision you've ever made," he remarked. "Enough with the nonsense. Start driving." Georgia took out her phone, entered the surveillance network, and deleted every record that could reveal her whereabouts. She gave the house one final look, then faced forward and left without a moment of doubt. Chapter 2 Now This Is Interesting In the CEO's office on the top floor of Marshall Group, Cayden looked at Ian and asked, "Did Georgia put her signature on the divorce agreement?" "Yes, but she refused the entire settlement," Ian replied as he passed Cayden the signed agreement. Brief surprise showed on Cayden's handsome face when he learned that Georgia had walked away without asking for anything. He hadn't realized she possessed that much pride. In fact, he had expected her to make the divorce difficult. Instead, she had accepted it without making a fuss, which left him with an uneasy feeling he couldn't explain. For three years, she had done nothing except manage their home. She had no career or friends to rely on. He couldn't help wondering how she planned to support herself after leaving the marriage empty-handed. The concern made him frown. Once he recognized that he was worrying about her future, he immediately drove the thought from his mind. Their divorce would soon be final, and he reminded himself that her life would no longer concern him. He dropped the agreement into a desk drawer without care. Then he raised his head and asked, "Have you located Kendra Leigh?" "We still haven't found her," Ian responded. "She knows how to disappear completely, and none of the places she's visited have given us a trail to follow." "Offer a reward through the Dark Web," Cayden instructed. "Anyone who gives us reliable information about her location will receive 100 million dollars." Three years ago, Isabel had been poisoned by an extremely rare toxin. Cayden had visited every respected doctor in the country, but no one could treat her. She'd been staying overseas for treatment these years, but her condition had only deteriorated. He later heard that there was a legendary doctor named Kendra Leigh. Stories about her remarkable medical skills claimed that she could rescue patients whom everyone else had given up on. Finding Kendra seemed like Isabel's last chance for a cure. "I'll handle the bounty immediately," Ian responded. Meanwhile, Jake drove Georgia to a private villa. "This will be your home from now on," he muttered. "Have you decided what you'll do next?" "Not yet," Georgia answered. Jake set his phone down in front of her. "Someone has posted a reward of 100 million dollars for your location. Does that offer interest you?" Georgia barely glanced at the screen. "Not at all." "Fine. Take some time to rest," Jake replied lightly. "There's still the Douglas family assignment you accepted earlier. They've contacted us several times. When do you think you'll be ready to visit them?" "I'll go on Saturday," she answered briefly. "Understood. I'll send them your decision." Georgia arranged the few belongings she had brought before shopping for everything she needed. She also replaced her phone number and cut the final thread connecting her to her former life. Saturday arrived sooner than expected. Jake drove Georgia to the Douglas residence, where she treated Laura Douglas, an elderly member of the family. As they departed, their car passed a black Bentley. Georgia looked through the window at the passing vehicle and briefly saw a man with sharply defined features sitting inside. Cayden? She couldn't imagine what had brought him here. Thirty minutes ago, Cayden had received word that Kendra planned to treat Laura at the Douglas residence. He had rushed over with Ian. Kendra left no trail and avoided appearing before strangers. Since there was no other way to approach her, Cayden decided to wait at the residence himself. By the time he arrived, the Douglas family informed him that the doctor had already gone. The failed meeting darkened his face. He remembered the car that had just pulled away from the property. He spun around, climbed behind the wheel, and pressed hard on the accelerator to chase it. Through the rearview mirror, Jake spotted the black Bentley staying close behind them. "Someone is following us. Is that the husband you're divorcing?" Georgia checked behind them and recognized Cayden's car. Her heartless husband was the one pursuing them. Her face remained calm as she gave Jake a short command. "Lose him." Jake slammed his foot onto the accelerator, and the car surged forward with enough force to press them into their seats as it tore down the road. Cayden had no intention of losing them. His Bentley stayed close behind their car while he pursued them with relentless focus. Both vehicles sped along the road as each driver fought for the lead. Several attempts to pull ahead ended in failure, and frustration began wearing down Jake's patience. "D**n it, I never thought he'd be this good behind the wheel. He clearly won't give up until he forces us to stop!" Georgia's eyes opened at once. "Move over. I'm taking the wheel." After exchanging seats with Jake, she fixed her attention on the road ahead. She pushed the accelerator to its limit and aimed the car toward Devil's Bend 303, the most famous curve in the city. Behind them, Cayden's black Bentley continued gaining ground and steadily reduced the space between the two cars. Georgia brought the car to a sudden stop when they arrived at the base of the mountain. She waited until Cayden almost reached them before hitting the accelerator again. Every turn came with a quick sequence of movements. She braked, worked the clutch, changed gears, guided the car through the curve, and accelerated out of it without breaking her rhythm. Only a few curves later, Cayden's Bentley had fallen far into the distance. Georgia rolled down the window and extended one hand outside. Then she raised her middle finger toward the car chasing them. The rude gesture made her confidence impossible to ignore. Cayden's expression sharpened at the sight. The hand outside the window looked slender and smooth enough to belong to a woman. And something about it seemed strangely familiar to him. When Cayden finally crossed the finish line, the other vehicle had already vanished. Ian held the grab handle with both hands while his heart hammered against his ch**t. Never before had he watched Cayden lose a race to a woman. He expected the defeat to send Cayden into a terrible temper, but an unsettling smile appeared on his face instead. "Now this is interesting," Cayden said. Ian couldn't agree with him. The race had left him feeling as though he had narrowly escaped death. "I don't care what it takes-find that woman and bring me every piece of information you can uncover about her," Cayden demanded. His reason for pursuing Kendra remained unchanged. She was the only doctor who might be able to save Isabel. Chapter 3 She Had Cut Him Off Once they arrived at the villa, Jake showed Georgia the payment notice on his phone. The Douglas family had already transferred three million dollars for the treatment. "I'll send the full amount to your account," he said. Three million dollars wasn't a fortune, but it at least made their trip worthwhile. He continued, "Are you still turning down that 100 million dollars? People with too much money don't come along every day, especially ones willing to spend it so carelessly. You paid 40 million dollars for this villa alone." Over the years, Georgia had devoted herself to becoming Cayden's perfect wife and hadn't accepted any work. Purchasing the villa had drained almost all of her savings. It was time to begin earning money again and enjoy a more comfortable life. "I'll accept the assignment if it won't put me in danger," Georgia said. "Before agreeing to anything for me, investigate every detail and make sure there are no hidden problems." Jake knew what had made her so careful. Three years earlier, Georgia had saved someone's life during a job, but the rescue had damaged the interests of some dangerous people, who had hired assassins to eliminate her. Without her quick instincts and Jake's help, she might not have survived that attack. "Understood. I'll meet with them first and find out what they really want," Jake replied. After leaving Isabel at the hospital, Cayden drove to Celeste Estate, the home he had once shared with Georgia. The darkness surrounding the villa reminded him that she no longer lived there. Cayden remained inside his car and lit a ci**rette. He smoked it to the end in silence before stepping out and entering the house. As he looked around the living room, he somehow thought of how Georgia used to keep the lights on and wait for him to come home. He had taken those quiet, warm moments for granted, but now they were gone. Their absence irritated him more than he wanted to admit. He approached the liquor cabinet, poured himself a drink, and swallowed it all at once. He took out his phone and searched for Georgia's number before calling her. However, the number was no longer in service. Cayden checked the number and confirmed that he hadn't made a mistake. Once he understood what Georgia had done, a short laugh escaped him without any real amusement. He was surprised to realize that she had cut him off even more firmly than he had expected. Throughout their three years together, she had remained quiet, gentle, and easy to control. Even when he asked for a divorce, the pain on her face had made it obvious that she wasn't ready to let him go. Only a few days had passed, yet she had already canceled the number he knew. Cayden called Ian and gave him a firm order. "Find Georgia." ... The next day, Ian approached Cayden. "Mr. Marshall, I couldn't locate Ms. Campbell." Back then, Georgia had entered Cayden's life without warning. He discovered that she was an orphan, and since he needed a wife who could satisfy his family, he chose her. She had no powerful background or personal influence, which meant she couldn't threaten his position. Those qualities had made her the safest choice. Cayden never imagined that the woman who accepted nothing from him would disappear so thoroughly after leaving. No one could tell him where she had gone. "Continue searching!" He refused to believe that Georgia could vanish without leaving a single clue. Just then, Cayden received a call from the hospital. "Mr. Marshall, the toxin has caused Ms. Brooks to suffer another episode. She's only partly conscious and keeps asking for you. She refuses to settle down until she sees you, so we had no choice but to call." "Tell her I'm coming now." Cayden ended the call, rose from his seat, and hurried out. Three years ago, Cayden's enemy had tricked and dr**ged him. While the d**g threatened his life, he had become in**mate with a woman he believed was Isabel. Since that night had been her first time, guilt and sympathy led him to accept responsibility for her. Even so, something had always felt wrong whenever Cayden spent time with Isabel. Instead, he had found himself more relaxed and at ease whenever he was with Georgia. Thoughts of Georgia's sudden disappearance tightened Cayden's expression. Shortly after Cayden entered the hospital, Georgia arrived wearing a baseball cap and a mask. She rode the elevator upstairs and made a call after stepping into the hallway. "I've arrived. Where should I meet you?" The directions led Georgia to the neurosurgery director's office. "Benjamin!" she called out. Benjamin Gordon, her former classmate, recognized the voice immediately. He turned around and pulled her into a tight hug. "You finally came back. Where have you been the last three years? You disappeared without giving me a single word." "I got married," Georgia replied plainly. Shock crossed Benjamin's face. "You got married? Who is your husband?" He could hardly believe that someone had convinced a woman like Georgia to become his wife. Georgia ignored the question and gave him a different answer. "I'm divorcing him." Benjamin went quiet as uncertainty crossed his face. The congratulations he had nearly offered never left his mouth. Georgia showed no concern as she sat down. "What made you reach out to me?" "Our mentor has a longtime friend who requires surgery. The family came to me because they wanted my help, but the patient is elderly and the condition is difficult. I don't trust myself to handle the operation alone, so I hoped you would assist me." Benjamin had contacted her without expecting much. Georgia had vanished for three years without a single message, so reaching her the previous night had come as a complete surprise. One of Georgia's eyebrows rose. "I haven't entered an operating room in years. What if my skills have become rusty and I end up damaging your reputation?" Benjamin refused to entertain the idea. "If a surgeon as skilled as you could fail, then I have no right to attempt the operation by myself." "Alright. Show me the patient's scans first." After reviewing the scans, Georgia rose from her chair. "Choose a time for the surgery and send me the details." Another thought came to her and she added, "Find out which hospital room Isabel Brooks is in." Benjamin asked without thinking, "Who is Isabel? Is she someone you know?" "She's the love of my husband," Georgia said casually. "Our marriage is ending because of her." Benjamin stared at her in shock and couldn't think of anything to say. Georgia soon located Isabel's room and looked through the glass panel in the door. Isabel rested on the bed in striped hospital clothes. Her soft, innocent features were the kind that easily stirred a man's protective instincts. Still, Georgia found nothing especially beautiful about her. In fact, Isabel was not nearly as beautiful as she was. Cayden must've been both blind and st**id to choose a woman like that. His taste was truly terrible. Beyond the glass, Cayden peeled an orange with his own hands and fed Isabel one piece at a time. He spoke to her gently, and a soft smile occasionally appeared on his face. Cayden had always treated Georgia properly throughout their marriage, but an unseen wall had kept them apart. Not once had he shown her the tenderness he now gave Isabel so freely. Georgia refused to watch any longer and ruin her own mood, so she turned away. Some instinct made Cayden raise his head at that exact moment. He then left his chair and hurried into the hallway, where he caught sight of a familiar figure disappearing around the corner. The person looked very much like Georgia. Cayden went after her but crossed paths with Ian, who had arrived to take him to the office. "Mr. Marshall, is something wrong?" Ian asked. Cayden stopped and asked him in a low voice, "Did you pass anyone on your way here?" Chapter 4 It Was Your Husband Ian shook his head. "No, I didn't." "Did you find her?" Cayden asked. Ian knew exactly who Cayden meant. "No," he replied. "I went to the house where Ms. Campbell used to live, but the current owner told me she sold the place three years ago." Guvale was not a particularly large city, but tracking down someone who was determined to hide was no different from searching for a needle in a haystack. "Useless!" Cayden barked. "Take me back to the office." As soon as he got into the car, he called Isabel and told her he had to leave because an urgent matter had come up at the company. Isabel answered softly in an understanding tone. After the call ended, she stared at the phone in her hand, her brows knitting together. She couldn't stop wondering who Cayden had seen that made him chase after them so desperately. A knock came at the door. A woman stepped inside and asked, "Has Mr. Marshall left?" "Yes," Isabel replied. "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come?" The woman was Paula Brooks, Isabel's mother. "Isabel, I was just worried about you." "I'm doing fine. Now that Cayden is divorcing that woman, there's a good chance I'll marry him soon. If he ever finds out my mother is a..." She stopped herself before the word "mi**ress" could leave her lips. Pain flashed across Paula's face, but she forced a smile anyway. "I know I'm an embarrassment to you." Her mere presence made Isabel irritated. "Enough. Just leave. If I need you, I'll come to you." When Isabel first met Cayden overseas, he had mistaken her for someone else. The moment she saw his striking appearance and the expensive clothes he wore, she knew he had to come from wealth or influence. So she pretended to be the woman he had spent the night with. Since then, she had lived in luxury and basked in Cayden's gentle care. Just when she believed she was about to become his wife, he suddenly returned home and married another woman. However, she never caused a scene. She stayed by his side and was always thoughtful and understanding. She had wanted to sl**p with him and become his woman. But three years ago, she was suddenly poisoned. Every episode left her in unbearable pain, and whenever she tried to be in**mate with him, the poison would flare up and make the agony even worse. Seeing the gloomy look on Isabel's face, Paula took out a bank card and placed it in her hand. "If you ever need anything, just call me." ... The surgery was scheduled for three days later. After receiving the three million dollars, Georgia flew overseas for a short vacation. She enjoyed every moment of the trip. As she came back and walked out of the airport, she sent a message to Jake. "I'm outside. Where's your car?" She wore a black camisole with denim shorts that showed off her slim, graceful figure. A pair of brand-new designer sunglasses rested on her face, and her long hair had been styled into soft, loose curls. She looked effortlessly stylish and al**ring, attracting plenty of attention wherever she walked. Completely unaware of the admiring glances around her, Georgia kept her head lowered as she replied to messages on her phone. Jake pulled up in front of her and whistled. "Hey there, beautiful. Need a ride?" "Cut the slick talk!" Georgia pulled open the car door and leaned inside. "Mr. Marshall, doesn't that woman look a lot like Ms. Campbell?" Standing a short distance behind Cayden, Ian casually glanced toward Georgia. The more he looked at her, the more familiar she seemed. Cayden followed his gaze, and his eyes darkened. "Georgia," he called out. After living with her for three years, he could recognize Georgia even from her back. There was no way he could mistake her. Just as Georgia was about to get into the car, her body stiffened. She turned her head and locked eyes with Cayden. With one finger, she pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose and narrowed her eyes slightly. Without the slightest hesitation, she climbed into the car. A second later, the car blended into the flow of traffic and disappeared from sight. Almost instinctively, Cayden stepped forward to go after her. "Mr. Marshall, the clients are about to come out!" Ian quickly reminded him. Cayden came to a stop. He stood rooted to the spot, his handsome face shadowed by a dark, cold expression. Georgia had seen him and heard him call her name, but she had chosen to ignore him completely. It seemed that after the divorce, she had become far bolder than before. A while later, Jake handed Georgia a bottle of water. "How is it that everywhere you go, you end up running into him? It's like he just won't leave you alone." "How should I know?" Georgia took a sip of water. "I've already spent the entire three million dollars. Did you find out who posted that request on the Dark Web?" "I looked into it. Want to guess who it was?" "Are we really playing guessing games now?" Jake's expression turned complicated. "It was your husband." Noticing her silence, Jake glanced sideways at her. "So, what's your decision? Are you taking the job or not? If you can cure the woman in the hospital, you'll earn 300 million dollars." Georgia could only think that Cayden was both incredibly wealthy and unbelievably foolish. Accepting the job would put 400 million dollars into her pocket—100 million for Kendra's whereabouts and 300 million for treatment. Georgia rolled the car window down and removed her sunglasses, absentmindedly twirling them between her fingers. The breeze brushed across her face and lifted her long hair. With sm**y eye makeup accentuating her features, she looked stunning in a bold and captivating way. Jake had known her for years, yet every time he looked at her, he was still struck by how breathtakingly beautiful she was. He couldn't help scoffing inwardly. It was indeed a waste that Cayden had never realized what he had. "I'll check things out at the hospital tonight before making a decision," Georgia said. After all, if Cayden was practically handing her money, she saw no reason not to accept it. Nonetheless, before agreeing, she wanted to find out exactly what kind of poison Isabel had been afflicted with. She needed to know what could possibly make Cayden willing to spend 400 million dollars to get her to save Isabel. Chapter 5 You Don't Hold Back At All Once night fell, Georgia arrived at the hospital with a baseball cap pulled low and a mask covering her face. She made her way to Benjamin's office. "I've prepared the clothes you wanted." Benjamin didn't question her intentions and simply gave her a set of nurse's outfit. Georgia changed into the outfit and headed for the door, but Benjamin stopped her. "Whatever happens, don't let your love turn into hatred and drive you to do something fo**ish." In response, Georgia rolled her eyes. She knew herself well enough to understand that she would never hold on to the past. After leaving the office, she walked straight toward Isabel's room. Along the way, she grabbed a kidney dish from a cart in the corridor. With her face lowered, she opened the door and quietly entered the room. Her movements were quick and skillful as she injected the prepared substance into Isabel's vein. Isabel flinched before looking up at the unfamiliar eyes above her. "Who are you?" Ever since returning to the country, Isabel had stayed in the hospital. She recognized nearly every nurse who worked there, and she was certain the woman before her wasn't one of them. However, no answer came. Dizziness overwhelmed her before everything went black. Georgia placed two fingers against Isabel's wrist and checked her pulse. Concern soon settled across her face. No one knew this toxin better than her. Years earlier, she had helped an old acquaintance named Damien Warren develop the exact same poison. Its victims would suffer terribly. They would lose the ability to be in**mate, and the toxin would eventually leave them in**rtile. According to Georgia's diagnosis, the poison had already remained inside Isabel's body for three years. Even after receiving a cure, Isabel would have very little chance of co**eiving. Her only hope of becoming a mother would depend on taking medicine for years to restore her health. Georgia hadn't spoken to Damien in three years. She couldn't understand why he would poison Isabel when there had never been any conflict between them. Before she could think further, Cayden's voice came from the hallway. "How has she been today?" At once, Georgia turned toward the window. She climbed through it and disappeared with the quick, graceful movements of a cat. Seconds later, the door opened. Cayden entered and noticed the open window. His eyebrows drew together. "Ian, shut the window," he instructed without turning around. "Cayden..." Isabel slowly regained consciousness. Memories of the strange woman dressed as a nurse and the mysterious injection rushed back to her. All the color quickly faded from her face. "Did I disturb your sl**p? I had some business nearby, so I decided to visit you." Cayden walked closer to the bed. Isabel grabbed his sleeve in panic. "Cayden, someone tried to k**l me! Some woman came in dressed as a nurse and injected me with something. What if she's the same person who poisoned me three years ago? I don't want to die..." She lifted her arm and showed him the fresh needle mark. Cayden's expression instantly hardened. "Ian, bring a doctor here." The doctor examined Isabel and smelled the syringe Georgia had left behind. "Ms. Brooks only received a mild sedative. Such a small dose won't harm her. Whoever administered it used very little." Relief escaped Isabel in a heavy breath. For three years, the toxin inside her had caused more pain than she could endure. Another poison entering her body might finally k**l her. Death wasn't an option when she still had so much life ahead of her. "Cayden, I'm scared I'll die one day and never get to stay by your side again," she murmured in a trembling voice. Her eyes held deep affection and showed how unwilling she was to leave him. Cayden tried to calm her. "I won't allow you to die. Once I locate Kendra Leigh, she'll cure you. I know she will." "Do you really believe that?" Isabel asked. "Is she even a real person?" Cayden had offered her the same reassurance many times throughout the years, but every attempt to locate Kendra had failed. Isabel had started questioning whether the mysterious doctor existed at all. "Kendra cured Laura Douglas of an illness that had troubled her for decades. We went to the Douglas residence, but she slipped away before we could reach her. If she's still anywhere in Guvale, I'll track her down." Cayden gently touched Isabel's shoulder. "You don't need to be afraid." Isabel wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into his ch**t. "I believe you, Cayden," she whispered. Georgia never truly went away. Had Cayden taken a moment to check the window, he would've spotted her holding tightly to the drainpipe. Every word from inside the room had reached her ears. Her lips curled faintly into a mocking smile. Under her breath, she called Cayden a j**k. She hadn't realized he was so skilled at saying comforting words. She carefully climbed down the pipe and landed firmly on both feet. Once they were inside the car, Jake asked, "Well? Are you able to cure her?" "The treatment is possible, but I don't particularly want to accept the case." The poison had remained in Isabel's body for three years, so curing her completely would require six rounds of treatment. That would give Cayden six different opportunities to uncover her identity. Jake remarked, "You'd have to be a f**l to walk away from that much money. Rich id**ts like Cayden are hard to find, and he already took three years of your life. You might as well squeeze a fortune out of him. Wait a minute. Didn't you demand a huge settlement when you signed the divorce agreement?" Cayden possessed tens of billions of dollars. Half of his wealth would've allowed Georgia to live comfortably for the rest of her life. Jake figure he could enjoy an easy life by relying on her wealth. "I hate to ruin your hopes, but I walked away without taking a cent," she responded. She refused to let money stain the feelings she once had for Cayden. Taking his compensation would've gone against the reason she had married him in the first place. Surprise filled Jake's face. "I never thought you'd do something like that." "Send him an answer for me," Georgia said. "Tell his people that I'll accept the case, but my fee is five billion dollars!" "Five billion dollars?" Jake struggled to swallow as newfound respect filled his face... ...... What happens next? Available chapters here are limited, click the button below to install the App and enjoy more exciting chapters (Automatically jump to this novel when you open the app) &4&