A Divorce After My Rebirth by Gentle Rain in June

Chapter 888 Bianca's Sick When Malcolm left, Bianca returned upstairs, but she couldn't continue sleeping.

Despite her internal struggles during the day, she knew she couldn't escape. Yet, when the man's chilling aura enveloped her just now, she still had the instinct to recoil.

She wanted to flee! - But she knew that if she succumbed to that urge now, she would spend the rest of her life running away.

And she didn't want that! Already restless and unable to sleep, Bianca was further agitated when she heard commotion downstairs two hours later.

Though not loud, it was enough to catch her attention. Once again, she got up. She slipped on her robe because she didn't know who it could be. Being cautious, she grabbed a bottle of pepper spray before stepping out.

As she stepped out, she felt the bone-chilling cold. It was impossible to feel warm without heating, especially after that scumbag broke her window.

With the window broken, the warmth from inside had rapidly dissipated. Now, the ground floor was filled with cold air. | Downstairs, the lights were on, and Horatio | was overseeing the orderly installation of ’ | something. Bianca stood at the top of the | stairs, frowning.

When Horatio turned around, he was startled | to see Bianca in her white robe. Even though | he was a tough guy, the sight of Bianca with | the light behind her sent shivers down his | spine. | That was the second time tonight that he felt like he was about to be frightened to death! "Ms. Sanders," Horatio greeted respectfully, stowing away his earlier shock.

"Leave immediately!" Bianca's voice was cold and dangerous.

Clearly, she recognized this man. Though she had only seen Horatio a few times around Malcolm, she remembered him. In the chaos earlier, she hadn't noticed Horatio. But now, she instantly recognized him as one of Malcolm's subordinates.

Hearing Bianca's icy tone, Horatio replied, "As soon as we fix the windows, we'll leave. It's.

freezing cold, and this room will probably freeze over by tomorrow morning." : He wasn't exaggerating. If they didn't fix the windows tonight, even a glass of water might freeze by morning.

Bianca glared at him with icy eyes.

Horatio felt nervous under her gaze, but he persisted, "Sorry to disturb you." Bianca knew these people all followed Malcolm's orders, so she couldn't drive them away.

Not bothering to deal with them, she turned and returned to her room.

Seeing Bianca go in, Horatio breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness they weren't forced to leave forcibly! It was a sleepless night.

The next day, Bianca felt weak all over. Her life | in Simeria had never been regular, and it left her with many health problems. Though she | had worn a thick robe when she went out last | night, she was now flushed and feverish. | Ding dong! Ding dong! | The doorbell downstairs rang.

Struggling to get out of bed, Bianca felt the cold surround her as soon as she left the warmth of her covers.

And that feeling was something Bianca hadn't experienced before, especially with the heating in the room. Now she felt so cold!

Clearly, she had caught a severe chill last night. Her whole body felt cold, bone-deep.

She wrapped herself in a thick down jacket, but it did little to ward off the chill.

Struggling downstairs to open the door, she found the window had been fixed, and the hall was warm. But due to her illness, she couldn't feel any warmth at all.

As she opened the door, she saw Nancy : standing outside. Seeing Bianca's flushed face, Nancy was taken aback.

"Ms. Sanders, are you sick?" "It's nothing. Come in," Bianca replied, even though she felt that she would tremble at any moment because of how cold it was.

Then, Bianca turned around and went inside.

Nancy followed, closing the door behind her.

After blocking the cold wind from coming into the house, Bianca felt slightly better.

"Do you have any medicine?" Nancy asked.

"No." Bianca resisted medication of any kind, even though she lived alone. She believed in nurturing the body's natural defenses. Too many medicines could harm the body's useful cells, so she always preferred to tough it out when she got sick. 1 "I'll go to the pharmacy and buy you some medicine. You seem to have a fever," Nancy suggested.

Not only did Bianca have a fever, but it also seemed quite severe, judging by her complexion.

"No need," Bianca declined.

"The winters here are extremely cold, and it's difficult to recover from a cold on your own in this environment. Trust me,” Nancy insisted.

With that, she left.

About twenty minutes later, Nancy returned with some medication.

"You shouldn't underestimate a cold. The environment here weakens people's

resistance,” she said as she prepared a sweet decoction for Bianca.

Bianca associated medicine with a bitter taste, so she instinctively resisted it.

After finishing the medicine, Bianca placed the empty cup on the coffee table and whispered, Thank you." "It's me who should thank you," Nancy said bitterly.

Bianca looked at Nancy, noticing the wound on her lip. Although there had been scars in that area.before, it was now more pronounced.

Clearly, it was a new injury! "Did he hurt you again?" Bianca asked, her tone heavy.

What kind of guy was he? With such frequency of domestic violence, how could any woman endure it?! And Nancy had endured it for so long, Bianca couldn't fathom how she managed.

When Nancy heard Bianca's question, a hint of

sadness flashed in her eyes. Clearly, she felt helpless against her current husband.

"Ms. Sanders, maybe you should leave this place or stop helping me," Nancy suggested.

At first, many people tried to help her, but when they saw how they treated those who tried to intervene, they were too scared to help her, She feared that he would also. show this.

cruel side to Bianca. | pg Bianca was a good person. In such a short time, she had helped Nancy twice, so Nancy didn't want the scumbag's claws reaching out to Bianca.

"Besides me, who can help you with this | lawsuit? Or do you have enough money to pay | the legal fees?" Bianca asked.

| Everrif Nancy had the money, with her conditions, hiring a lawyer would only prolong the process. And as long as she was still with that man, she would have to endure his abuse for another day.

Tears welled up in Nancy's eyes. "Ms. Sanders, but I'm scared!"

Scared? But Nancy wasn't weak! Despite the pressure, she dared to ask fora divorce, showing that she hadn't given up on | life. And as long as she didn't give up, no one had the right to destroy her!