Chapter 5

Freya's face instantly turned pale.

Vincent, standing beside her, felt extremely worried and distressed: "Are you feeling unwell again? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Seeing Vincent so concerned about her, Freya lowered her head with a smug smile.

She lifted her head with tears in her eyes and said, "Isabella, are you jealous of me now because I have Vincent's attention?"

Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks, and Vincent stepped forward, heartbroken, to wipe away Freya's tears.

Freya sobbed, "Vincent has been by your side all these years. I've only been back for a few days... how could I possibly take your place?"

Before Vincent could speak, Isabella let out a cold snort.

"You? You're not worth my jealousy!"

"And I want to congratulate you both. After all, a bitch and a bastard together will last forever."

Such harsh words immediately set Vincent off.

He instantly got angry: "Isabella! How dare you say that again!"

Isabella clapped her hands lightly and looked at them with contempt.

As she walked straight ahead, she even took a detour, as if afraid of touching something dirty.

Isabella stood at the doorway, lightly brushing off invisible dust from her clothes.

Vincent was about to chase after her, but Freya grabbed him from behind.

She gently touched her chest: "My heart feels a bit uncomfortable."

Vincent turned and quickly walked to the water dispenser, but just as he turned around, his brows furrowed even tighter.

Thinking of Isabella's angry outburst and stubbornness, and her attractive figure, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

He handed the water cup to Freya, then wanted to turn and go out.

Freya, behind him, put down the cup and quickly pulled at her dress zipper.

She said softly with difficulty, "Vincent, my dress zipper is stuck. Can you help me pull it?"

Only then did Vincent stop and turn around.

Freya's eyes, which had just lit up, suddenly dimmed when she saw the hesitation in Vincent's eyes.

Vincent was clearly hesitating, not wanting to get close to her.

Was it just because of Isabella?

Isabella was such a bitch. She was about to divorce Vincent, yet she still dressed so sexy to seduce him!

Isabella pretended to be cold on the surface, but deep down, she was still slutty!

Freya had already cursed countless times in her heart.

She sighed softly, realizing she still needed to use some tactics with Vincent.

Freya guided Vincent's hand to the side of her chest, her voice tinged with shyness: "Vincent, look, it's right here."

"The zipper is stuck. Be careful, don't hurt me."

Vincent's hand paused slightly, instinctively pulling back.

He saw Freya's delicate skin and alluring figure.

But at that moment, Isabella's image appeared in Vincent's mind.

It even overlapped with Freya in front of him.

His expression became slightly unnatural.

And Freya's body stiffened even more.

This was the first time Vincent had rejected her, with even a hint of distance.

She immediately switched to a hurt expression.

Vincent became flustered, too. He was momentarily confused.

He quickly made up an excuse, "My hands are all sweaty, I'm afraid I'll dirty... your clothes."

Freya looked up with a dazed expression: "It doesn't matter; these clothes need to be changed anyway."

"Vincent, didn't you use to love helping me change clothes?"

"Why are you so distant from me now?"

Freya anxiously tried to move closer.

But Vincent suddenly put his hands behind his back and stepped back several steps.

He put on a gentle expression: "Wait for me, I'll go wash my hands and come back."

He looked gentle on the surface, but turned away from her without hesitation, now as if fleeing from something.

Freya's expression instantly turned ugly, her fingers gripping her dress tightly.

Why was he leaving? Had he done something with Isabella in the changing room earlier?

Damn it! Isabella was about to divorce Vincent, yet she was still entangling him. She had almost stolen Vincent's heart!

She would never allow it! A fierce look gradually appeared in Freya's eyes.

At this moment, Vincent arrived at the restroom and turned on the faucet.

Cold water splashed on his face, bringing some coolness, but his confused mind couldn't clear up.

Vincent looked at his reflection in the mirror, darkness swirling in his eyes.

Why did he think of Isabella at that moment? And now, when he thought about it, images of Isabella became more vivid in his mind—her bright outfit, her red lips opening and closing...

The person he should have wanted was Freya, even though she had abandoned him before. Vincent's hand clenched into a fist.

His eyes grew darker, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his whole body emanating coldness.

After a while longer, he lifted his foot and left without looking back.

Freya kept looking around at the private room entrance, trying to get closer to Vincent again.

But she waited and waited without any sign of Vincent.

Finally, she learned from a server that Vincent had left. She could hardly believe it and immediately called him.

But the call wasn't answered. Freya unwillingly called again, with the same result.

When she was about to call again, Vincent sent a text message: Something came up at the company, I'm going back to handle it.

Freya stared at the message, her eyes dark.

She didn't believe it. Vincent must have gone to find that bitch Isabella. She absolutely couldn't let that happen.

Freya immediately called Isabella.

Meanwhile, Isabella had already left and was sitting in a taxi.

She held the divorce agreement, looking at the scenery outside the window.

When Freya's call came through, she didn't answer. She was too lazy to deal with Freya. Freya just wanted to show off how favored she was by Vincent.

Soon, Freya's threatening text message came through.

[I'm the most suitable wife for Vincent. If you know what's good for you, get lost and stop pestering him. Otherwise, I'll make you pay.]

Isabella frowned, suppressing her disgust as she took a screenshot and saved it.

Just as she was about to turn off her phone, another text message popped up.

It was from the hospital.

"Dr. Lucy, just confirming with you that Ms. Freya Taylor's heart transplant surgery is scheduled for next Sunday morning. All preparations are in place."

"If you have any questions or needs, please communicate with us promptly. When would be convenient for you?"