Chapter 4

Eleanor raised her eyebrows and smiled, a hint of bitterness beneath the coldness.

She discreetly tugged her sleeve down, trying to cover the injury on her wrist.

This was her own business. Whether it was pride or arrogance, she didn't want outsiders to know.

"Sign the contract? Give it to me."

She pretended to be calm, reaching out with her uninjured hand to take it.

But Lucas didn't hand her the document. His bright eyes stared straight at her, as if trying to see right through her.

"You're Mrs. Boleyn after all, and this is the Boleyn Corporation. Does someone actually dare to bully you?"

His tone was cold and heavy, his gaze slowly sliding down from her face to her injured wrist.

Did Arthur even acknowledge that?

A bitter smile appeared on Eleanor's lips. She remained silent.

Some things were just too hard to say out loud.

Like a scar on her heart, it ached from time to time, but it had nothing to do with anyone else.

Lucas was smart enough!

The overwhelming online publicity about Mr. Boleyn picking up his lover at the airport in the middle of the night said it all.

The only person who could make Eleanor back down was Arthur.

"So that jerk husband of yours brought his little mistress here?"

His tone carried a hint of gritted teeth, his eyes sharp.

He could see right through the expression on her face. Clearly, she didn't want to pursue this.

Eleanor pressed her lips together tightly again, her nails almost digging into her palm.

"Don't tell me you're just going to let this go. That's not like you at all."

Lucas said in frustration, "If it comes down to it, next time that woman shows up, you tell me. I don't have any gentlemanly reservations about hitting women—I'll teach her a lesson for you."

"She's hurt worse than me!"

Eleanor looked up, her eyes filled with cold pride.

"I'm going to the hospital to get this treated. I'll be back soon."

"I'll go with you."

Lucas tossed the documents in his hand directly to his assistant and turned to follow her out.

They went to the hospital closest to the company.

Lucas stayed with her while she got her wound treated.

Besides the burn, her ankle was also slightly sprained, but it wasn't serious—some ointment and a few days would fix it.

Lucas helped her get the medicine, paid the bills, and ran around taking care of everything.

After all that busy work, it was finally done.

Eleanor's face was still pale, her eyes slightly swollen, completely drained.

Lucas lifted his wrist to check the time. It was almost noon.

"Let's grab a meal together. My treat."

Honestly, Eleanor had no appetite at all.

"It's just a breakup, not the end of the world. You still need to eat—otherwise, how will you have the strength to fight them?"

He shrugged with his usual carefree tone.

Eleanor nodded slightly.

She didn't want to reject his kindness too much, especially since he'd spent half the day helping her.

"Where do you think we should go?"

He rattled off a string of famous restaurant names.

But Eleanor's mood was flat. "Anywhere is fine."

"Anywhere? Which restaurant is 'anywhere'? Let me think about that."

He pretended to frown, looking like he was seriously thinking it over.

"Okay, just pick one already."

She felt a bit helpless.

Just then, two people walked toward them from the opposite direction—Arthur and Sally.

So he had brought her to this hospital, too.

Eleanor and Lucas were walking very close together, their expressions relaxed, with a hint of helplessness and indulgence.

It was a kind of ease she had never shown in front of Arthur.

Arthur's face instantly darkened.

Was she already this eager? So quick to find another man?

Or maybe she'd been planning this all along...

"Oh, Eleanor's here too. Who's she with? They look pretty close. She doesn't seem to care about you at all. After all, she's still your wife in name, but she's out here fooling around—isn't that a bit too much?"

Sally sighed and continued, "I feel bad for you. She's going too far, isn't she?"

That anger instantly ignited.

Arthur strode forward and coldly rebuked her, "Eleanor! Don't forget your position! As long as we're not divorced, you're still part of the Boleyn Family. You'd better keep your distance from other men in public!"

Eleanor froze.

He actually came to accuse her!

She was Arthur's legitimate wife, but what was that woman by his side?

Eleanor sneered, "What about you? Have you remembered that you're married while you abandon your wife to accompany another woman to the hospital?"

Arthur frowned. "Sally isn't an outsider."

"And you're the one who hurt her. Instead of feeling remorse, you say such cold-blooded things?"

Eleanor wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Did he see the obvious bandage on her hand, or did he see it and just not care?

She didn't want to think about these things anymore. They were about to divorce anyway—what was the point?

Eleanor suddenly felt somewhat free.

"Don't worry, I'll give you the divorce papers soon. Then I won't be part of the Boleyn Family, and whatever I do will have nothing to do with you."

Arthur's brows furrowed even tighter.

She agreed so readily—she must have really found someone else!

Inexplicably, he felt annoyed, even a sense that something he'd always held in his hand was slipping out of his control.

Suddenly, Sally cried out in pain, her expression agonized.

"Arthur, it hurts so much!"

Her voice was pitiful.

He finally found his excuse and spoke coldly, "Eleanor, I can let all this go, but you need to apologize to Sally right now!"

He commanded her in an ordering tone, just like his usual commanding manner at the company.

Eleanor's heart ached, and she lowered her head slightly to hide the expression on her face. "What if I insist on not apologizing? Will you use the same tactics you use on business rivals on me?"

Her strong shell was easily shattered, revealing the vulnerable emotions she never showed.

In the business world, Eleanor never showed a hint of weakness.

Arthur suddenly felt uncomfortable and was about to say something when a mocking laugh came from the side.

Lucas sounded like he'd heard a joke. "What? A wife apologizing to a mistress? Did I hear that right?"

His unrestrained mockery made Arthur's face turn cold.

Eleanor adjusted her emotions and returned to her previous calm and composed demeanor.

"She's the one who hurt me. She should be the one apologizing to me, right? If you care about her so much, check the surveillance footage."

"I think that's a good idea. We can get to the bottom of this. If it's intentional harm, should we call the police?"

Lucas chimed in, glancing at Sally intentionally or not.

Sally panicked, her face visibly flustered.

"Arthur, actually, it doesn't hurt that much. It's not entirely Eleanor's fault—I was really careless. It's just a small matter. Can we all just let it go?"

She glanced at Eleanor's wrist, pretending to be concerned. "Eleanor, you seem to be injured, too. It's all my fault. I'm sorry."

Such a sincere expression—what a performance.

Eleanor sneered, "Since you know you were wrong, why didn't you explain at the beginning?"

Sally looked innocent and naive.

"I was in too much pain at the time, so I forgot."

She looked up at Arthur, acting cute. "Arthur won't hold it against me, right?"

"In that case, let's drop this matter."

With those light words, Arthur's face remained cold and stern, his attitude firm, but when he looked at Sally, his eyes softened a bit.

If Eleanor made a mistake, he would pursue it to the end.

When it was Sally, the matter was dropped.

He had always kept business and personal matters separate, yet he made exceptions for Sally again and again.

Sure enough, favoritism was never fair.

"Let's go." Eleanor smiled indifferently.

Lucas cast a contemptuous glance at Sally and left with Eleanor.

Just then, Arthur called out, "Wait!"

Immediately, Eleanor stopped in her tracks, her heart filled with secret hope and joy.

He called out to her, could it be...

But the cold words from behind shattered her last bit of hope.

"Don't forget to sign the divorce papers!"