Marrying His Nemesis: Kicking My Scumbag Fiancé Away!-Chapter 42: Hanging by a Thread

Hearing the voices of the two people, Seraphina noticed the other individuals in the elevator, her face instantly turning red as if burned.

She turned around and ran out of the elevator as if escaping.

The elevator doors closed again, continuing downward.

Ethan Sterling stepped back, standing to one side of the elevator.

He raised his right hand, touched the lips she had kissed, then pulled up his mask to cover his face, nodding gently to the two nurses.

"Sorry, my wife... she’s really clingy!"

Caught off guard, served two doses of PDA!

The two nurses: ...

Is this an apology? It’s clearly showing off affection.

...

...

After careful consultation, the doctors formulated a new treatment plan for Theodore Thorne.

To help her father recover quickly, Seraphina was almost always at the hospital, except when visiting the orchestra or teaching students.

She massaged him, helped him exercise his muscles, talked to him, and played the violin for him...

Trying every possible way to stimulate Theodore’s brain reaction.

Whether it was the new treatment plan working or Seraphina’s efforts paying off, Theodore’s condition was visibly improving.

First, his grip strength became increasingly noticeable, and later, he even opened his eyes.

Although he still couldn’t talk, he could understand and follow objects with his eyes.

The previously lost swallowing function was gradually restored, allowing him to eat simple liquid foods without needing a nasogastric tube.

He could even lightly grasp Seraphina’s palm.

Even the attending doctor marveled at the recovery speed, exceeding their expectations greatly.

Early Monday morning, Director Vance checked the room, conducted a thorough examination of Theodore, his face full of joy.

"At this rate, Mr. Thorne’s language ability should gradually recover as well."

Seraphina had nothing else to say, only repeatedly thanking and bowing to Director Vance.

Initially, Seraphina was just desperate to keep her father alive.

Even if he just lay there on the hospital bed, at least he was still alive.

But now, as her father slowly recovers, he even blinks to respond to her jokes; perhaps in the future, he’ll truly chat with her.

This was something even Seraphina herself had never dared to hope for before.

Feeding Theodore nutritional porridge from the hospital and then giving him a couple sips of warm water, Seraphina carefully wiped his face and hands clean.

"Dad, I’m going to work at the orchestra. You have to listen to the doctor obediently. I’ll visit you in the evening, okay?"

Theodore blinked, indicating he heard.

Seraphina, holding her violin, instructed the caregiver a few things, waved to her father, and left the hospital, driving Ethan Sterling’s car to the orchestra.

Worried about any emergencies at the hospital and the inconvenience of not having transportation, Ethan Sterling left his car to her since that day.

Seraphina knew he meant well, so she accepted it without fuss.

Seeing her come in, several musicians whispering around their phones immediately dispersed.

Currently, Seraphina was wholly immersed in the joy of her father’s awakening, not in the mood to care about these things.

She nodded to everyone as a greeting and walked aside with her violin, starting her practice.

"Seraphina!"

Someone behind her softly called her name.

Seraphina turned around and saw Claire Clayton standing not far away.

Claire, on the first day they met, was the girl who recognized her as Seraphina.

Like Seraphina, Claire was also a violinist.

Her position in the orchestra was right next to Seraphina’s.

Since Felicity Shaw had deliberately isolated her, this was the first time the other girl actively greeted her.

Seraphina was a bit surprised, "What’s the matter?"

The training hall door opened, and Felicity Shaw entered with her violin.

Upon seeing Felicity, Claire hurriedly withdrew her gaze, pretending to adjust her violin, no longer paying attention to Seraphina. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Bzzz——

In her backpack, the phone suddenly rang.

Seraphina picked it up and saw a WeChat message from Ivy Langley on the screen.

"Something’s up, call back quickly."

Seraphina cradled the phone, preparing to call outside.

"Ahem!" Felicity Shaw coughed, "Practice starts now, everyone... phones silent!"

Not wanting to clash with her, Seraphina had to tuck the phone back into her backpack.

The orchestra’s official performance was imminent, and rehearsals had entered the tensest stage.

The orchestra specially arranged work meals for everyone, reducing the original one-and-a-half-hour mealtime to just half an hour.

Seraphina quickly finished her meal, called the caregiver to check on her father’s condition, and was about to call Ivy Langley back when the conductor summoned everyone for practice.

That day’s training lasted until six in the evening.

Just as Seraphina packed up to leave, Claire Clayton suddenly tugged her arm, signaling with her eyes.

Seraphina followed her to a deserted spot at the end of the corridor.

Looking around and not seeing Felicity Shaw, Claire held onto Seraphina’s arm.

"Seraphina, be extra careful these days."

"What do you mean?"

"Don’t tell me you haven’t heard?" Claire pursed her lips, "Someone exposed your story online, including orchestra information; paparazzi and reporters might come, so... be careful."

Seraphina suddenly realized that’s what they were discussing this morning.

"Thank you."

"Actually, nobody wants to isolate you, it’s just..." Claire lowered her lashes, gently shook her head, "Sorry, Seraphina, finding such a job isn’t easy for us small folks!"

Claire turned around with her violin, hastily leaving.

Seraphina took out her phone, opened a search page, and typed her name.

Sure enough, numerous search results appeared on the screen.

[Former Zenith Group heiress commutes in luxury cars every day]

...

The news had photos of her driving Ethan Sterling’s car, insinuating her being kept.

The comments section was filled with curses.

Bzzz——

Ivy Langley’s call came through, "Why are you only answering now, have you seen the news?"

"I saw it." Seraphina’s tone was calm, "Let them curse, it’s not like I’ll lose a pound of flesh."

"You’re trying to drive me insane!" Ivy Langley was almost in tears, "The biggest worry now isn’t reporters, but those who previously bought houses from your company; what if they retaliate against you?"

Seraphina realized the seriousness and broke out in a cold sweat.

Caleb Thorne was imprisoned because the residential community he designed—"Zenith Manor" collapsed.

Zenith Group was originally a well-known construction group in the city, trusted by everyone.

After "Zenith Manor" went on sale, many buyers signed purchase agreements.

However, before the houses were completed, the buildings collapsed.

The matter remains unresolved.

Buyers cannot receive their homes or refunds, so they certainly harbor resentment towards Zenith Group.

Exposing Seraphina working at the orchestra during such a time implies potential danger.

On the call, Ivy Langley continued to warn.

"I’m out of town and can’t come; find a place to lay low, avoid the orchestra for the next few days."

"I’m at the orchestra now!" Seraphina panicked, "I’ll leave and call you."

"Okay. Be extremely careful!"

Seraphina ended the call, picked up her violin, and hurriedly left the orchestra.

"That’s her!"

"Seraphina’s out!"

...

Ahead, journalists were waiting; Seraphina clutched her violin, and ran toward the parking lot.

Unexpectedly...

She saw a crowd surrounding Ethan Sterling’s car from a distance, someone swinging a stick at the window.

On the car body, red spray-painted words.

"Heartless Zenith, return our hard-earned money!"

Seraphina guessed these were surely "Zenith Manor" buyers, turning and fleeing toward the roadside.

"She’s the daughter of Zenith CEO!"

"Grab her, don’t let her escape!"

...

People shouted angrily, charging forward; Seraphina ran haphazardly, reaching the roadside, trying to hail a cab.

Someone behind threw a bottle of mineral water, half-filled, crashing hard onto her calf.

Seraphina lost her balance, falling onto the road.

Wincing in pain, she turned, finding the middle-aged man who smashed the car window already before her.

"You cruel merchant daughter, go to hell!"

The man glared with swollen eyes, raising both hands.

The stick still stained with red paint swung towards Seraphina with a gust of wind.