I hung up the phone, opened the pre-edited divorce agreement, sent it to Liam's email, and then tossed the phone out the window. The phone shattered on the ground, its screen cracking, just like our utterly broken marriage. The car sped towards the airport, the scenery outside the window rushing past. I held Leo, fast asleep in my arms, my eyes filled with resolve—from this moment on, Leo and I would never look back.
Meanwhile, in the hospital ward, Liam struggled to soothe the crying Zeke to sleep, and then spent a long time comforting Vanessa. Only after they were both sound asleep did he tiptoe out of the ward. The corridor was exceptionally quiet in the dead of night. Leaning against the wall, he recalled the slap he had given Clara and his indifference towards Leo during the day, and a pang of guilt welled up in his heart.
He took out his phone, intending to call Clara, but found her number was unreachable. After a moment's hesitation, he waved to his assistant, who was standing at the end of the corridor: "Go check which room Leo has been placed in. I need to go see him."