Sir, Please Sign Here to Get a Divorce-Chapter 118: The Child Is Dead

Serena Yardley got up, dressed, and left her dorm to meet Cynthia Meyer.

The two of them stopped on a tree-lined path on campus, not far from the dorm. Serena stood a short distance away, looking at the girl whose back was to her.

In her memory, Cynthia Meyer was a quiet and introverted person.

She also dressed conservatively.

If it weren’t for her connection to Quinn Gardner, perhaps they could have become good friends.

Walking closer, Serena spoke. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

Cynthia Meyer turned to face her, her expression full of misery.

"I don’t know what your relationship is with Mr. Quinn’s wife, but can you please beg her for me? Ask her to save Clementine?"

Serena was speechless.

’How is that possible?’

’Nina is the victim here, okay?’

"Serena, my sister passed away not long after giving birth to Clementine. I’ve been the one taking care of her ever since. If she hadn’t gotten sick, I never would have gone to Mr. Quinn. I was out of options."

Cynthia Meyer started to cry, lowering her head as she continued:

"If I hadn’t brought the child to Mr. Quinn, maybe he wouldn’t be having problems with his wife. But the child is truly innocent. Please, can’t you save her?"

She reached out and grabbed Serena’s hand, pleading desperately.

Serena pulled her hand away and said flatly:

"It’s no use telling me this. I’m not in a position to give you an answer. We all know the child is innocent, but what about the adults? What they did was not innocent at all."

’In any case, what Quinn Gardner did—hiding things from Nina and trying to force her child into this—is just plain wrong.’

’How could she possibly make a decision on this matter?’

But no matter what Nina decided to do in the end, she would stand by her and support her.

"Then what am I supposed to do? My parents died young, and after my sister passed, she left me with a child. I struggled so hard to raise her until she was old enough for kindergarten, and now she has such a serious illness."

Sitting on a nearby stone bench, Cynthia Meyer sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

Serena knew she didn’t have it easy, so she sat down next to her and said:

"You’ve already done your best. This isn’t your fault. If anyone’s to blame, it’s that man."

Cynthia Meyer couldn’t help but cry harder. "But what’s the use of blaming anyone now? Clementine will die if she doesn’t have the surgery soon. She’s still so little."

Serena didn’t know what to say anymore.

She had seen Clementine before—a tiny, thin little thing. It was heartbreaking.

But Nina’s child was also very young. How could a five-year-old endure such bone-piercing pain?

Besides, if they saved that child, it might become a pain Nina would carry for the rest of her life. Who could be so saintly as to use their own child to save someone else’s?

’If it were me, I wouldn’t do it either.’

Seeing that Serena wouldn’t help her, Cynthia Meyer felt she had no other choice. She wiped away her tears, stood up, and went back to the hospital to be with Clementine.

Because their time together was running out.

Serena also returned to her dorm room.

But just as she reached the door, her phone rang.

She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was Ethan Yardley.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she went with her roommates to wash up.

After that, she went to the library to read.

When Ethan Yardley saw that she wasn’t picking up, he threw his phone in a fit of rage.

He had finally talked himself into calling her, and she had the audacity to throw a tantrum and ignore him.

Furious, but knowing Serena was at school, Ethan Yardley decided to ignore her and went to the office.

But in the afternoon, he still had Yannick Young arrange for a female driver to pick her up.

When Serena Yardley heard it was a driver to take her home, she refused outright.

Unable to pick her up, the driver had no choice but to report to Mr. Young. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

With no other options, Mr. Young had to inform the man beside him.

"President, Miss Serena is unwilling to come home."

Ethan Yardley was still in his office, and his expression was grim. It was easy to see he was in a terrible mood.

Yannick Young didn’t even dare to look him in the eye, just stood timidly to the side with his head bowed.

After a moment of silence, Ethan Yardley spoke:

"Since she loves staying at school so much, have the school arrange a dorm for her. Send a couple of people to watch her. As long as she doesn’t leave campus, she can do whatever she wants."

He was still fuming; there was no way he would go pick her up himself.

She wouldn’t answer his calls, and he wasn’t about to lower himself to beg her.

’I have to teach her a lesson. I can’t be the one compromising every time.’

And so, for several days, Serena Yardley received no more calls or texts from Ethan Yardley, nor did any driver come to the school to pick her up.

But thinking about Nina’s situation, Serena took a taxi back to The Sovereign Villa on Friday.

However, she didn’t go into Ethan Yardley’s house, but to Nina Thorne’s house next door.

It was six in the evening when she arrived.

Walking through the villa’s main door, Serena’s eyes immediately fell on the man kneeling in the living room not far away.

On the sofa sat Nina Thorne, and no one else.

There were no nannies around, nor were the children or Julian Thorne present.

Unsure if she should approach, Serena stood there without making a sound.

"Honey, I’m begging you. Just bring Leo to the hospital with me."

For the second time, Quinn Gardner was on his knees, begging Nina Thorne for the sake of the child.

But Nina Thorne remained expressionless, unmoved.

She even stared at him coldly and said with hatred in her voice:

"Are you kidding me, Quinn Gardner? So your child with another woman is pitiful, but mine isn’t?"

"I told you, I’ll make it up to you both. Clementine needs surgery now. As long as Leo donates his bone marrow this one time, both of them—brother and sister—will be fine. In the future, I’ll—"

"Shut your mouth! My Leo does not have a sister! What happens to the daughter you had with someone else has nothing to do with us! Either sign the papers, or get the hell out!"

Nina Thorne couldn’t take it anymore and screamed at him in a rage.

’And he has the nerve to come back here and beg me.’

’How dare he.’

The lawyer had said he was unwilling to sign the divorce papers. He’d even said he would agree to a divorce, but only if he got custody of the child.

’What right does he have to fight me for our child?’

She refused to waste any more time on a man like him. She had already filed a lawsuit and was just waiting for the court’s investigation and verdict.

Quinn Gardner was still kneeling there. He had been beaten up by Julian Thorne when he arrived, and his whole face was badly swollen, with dried blood still crusting the corner of his lip.

On top of that, he hadn’t rested in days and was utterly exhausted.

Gazing at the woman before him and seeing that she remained completely unmoved, he knew that continuing to beg would only bring him more humiliation.

As he started to get up, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He quickly pulled out his phone, answering it as he used the coffee table to support himself and stand up.

On the other end of the line, Cynthia Meyer was crying. "Mr. Quinn... Clementine is gone. She’s not waking up."

Quinn Gardner froze.

’His daughter... was gone?’

Tears instantly welled up in his bloodshot eyes.

The hand holding the phone suddenly lost its strength, and the device slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor.

He lifted his tear-filled eyes and stared coldly at the woman on the sofa.

Finally, unable to contain his grief, he screamed, "Nina Thorne! She’s dead! Are you satisfied now?!"

"How can there be a woman as cold-blooded as you in this world? I’m telling you, I will never divorce you in this lifetime. You’ve made me suffer, and I’ll make sure you won’t have it easy either."

The thought of his daughter who had just passed away was like a knife to the heart. Quinn Gardner couldn’t bear to stay another moment and turned, running out the door.

Serena quickly moved to avoid him.

She walked toward Nina Thorne.

Nina Thorne was still sitting there, completely motionless. Her face was pale, and her thoughts were a tangled mess.