Chapter 4
"Scott, look at that," Harriet said.
Scott followed where she was pointing.
He walked over, picked up the document, and his eyes landed on the words "Divorce Agreement."
Harriet covered her mouth in shock.
"Oh no, is Evie really going to divorce you? Did I say something wrong yesterday and upset her? It's all my fault, Scott. I shouldn't have moved in..." Harriet said.
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.
Scott stared at the divorce agreement in his hand and gave a cold, mocking laugh.
He scoffed, "Divorce?
"Looks like she'll pull any stunt just to get noticed these days."
He slammed the divorce agreement down on the table.
"Forget about her. She's probably picked up some new trick, just trying to make me cave. Let's see how long she can keep up this act," Scott said.
With that, he turned and walked toward the kitchen.
"Harriet, don't let her petty antics mess with your mood. I'll get you some water," he said.
For the next two days, I was nowhere to be seen.
At first, Scott probably didn't think much of it.
But after two days, when he tried calling me and no one ever picked up, he started to feel a strange sense of panic.
That uneasy feeling crept up on him before he even realized it.
That morning, Harriet was sitting in her wheelchair, gently massaging her knee.
"Scott, my leg hurts a little. Can you give me a massage?" she asked.
Scott was pacing anxiously, completely ignoring Harriet.
It wasn't until Harriet called his name again that he finally snapped out of it.
He turned to Harriet and said, "Hang on, Harriet, I need to run to the hospital. I'll take care of your leg when I'm back."
He didn't even bother with his coat, just grabbed his car keys and rushed out the door.
He sped down the road, barely slowing for anything.
When he got to the hospital, he rushed straight into the inpatient ward and hurried over to the nurse at the front desk.
"Excuse me, which room is Mrs. Danielle Mack in?" he asked.
The nurse paused, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"You mean the lady who was brought in after a car accident a few days ago?" she asked.
Scott nodded, a sense of dread creeping over him.
The nurse let out a sigh.
"Danielle passed away a few days ago. She didn't make it. Her daughter came in, signed the papers, and took her body home. How come none of her family knew about this?" the nurse said.
A sudden ringing filled Scott's ears.
It felt like his ears were blocked, all he could hear was the ringing.
His vision started to fade, and he almost lost his balance.
He braced himself, forcing his shaky body to stay upright, his lips quivering as he tried to speak.
"What did you just say?" he stammered.