Dumping My Billionaire Ex

Edwin went to the hospital.

He strode into the ward and saw Tilda lying in the hospital bed, with May attending to her and Edric standing nearby.

"What happened?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"Tilda said she felt chest pain and couldn't sleep. I was worried, so I brought her in. The doctor diagnosed it as still being a mental issue and advised a few more days of observation," May replied. "Edwin, didn't I tell you? Tilda is not well, and you should spend more time with her. Why did you disappear again?" Edric questioned him with clear displeasure.

Whenever it came to matters concerning Tilda, Edric was very attentive.

"Don't blame Edwin. It's my own... Edric, you go ahead and leave first," Tilda said weakly.

Edric exchanged a glance with her, noticing the displeasure in her eyes, and without daring to stay, he nodded and went out.

May also made an excuse to leave.

In the room, only Edwin and Tilda remained.

Edwin walked over and sat down. "If the medical care here isn't good enough, I'll take you abroad to find a better hospital for treatment."

"There's no need." Tilda shook her head and leaned over to hold his hand. "Edwin, actually, this is a mental illness. I've been holding too much inside, and it's turned into an illness."

As she spoke, she lowered her head, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I know, you've been angry with me for a while, thinking I'm too cruel. I myself feel that I'm too cruel, and I can't forgive myself! Edwin. Don't worry about my illness, and don't be afraid to upset me. Punish me however you see fit."

After Tilda finished speaking, she raised her head again and looked at Edwin with a pair of red-rimmed eyes, tears glistening in the corners like a pitiful rabbit.

In the past, if she had appeared this way, Edwin would have been heartbroken and comforted her.

But at this moment, his heart felt as if it were frozen, cold and unyielding, unable to empathize with her.

Over and over again in his mind, he heard Alanna's words.

She said, "If you didn't want to take responsibility, then you should have kept yourself in check and not touched Sharon.

"Let alone the fact that Sharon stood up and said those words back then, which helped the Stanley family immensely. Even if she hadn't helped at all, you have no right to despise and loathe her! You slept with her, and it's your duty to take responsibility. It's only right and proper for her to demand marriage from you!

*And what about Irene? What wrong has she committed? Why does she not even have the right to be born? Why should she bear the punishment that is not hers because of your rage?

Upon seeing Edwin's distracted expression, Tilda's heart skipped a beat.

Ever since Edwin found out that it was Tilda who ordered the contamination of the blood that Irene needed, he had barely paid any attention to

her.

If it weren't for Tilda claiming that she had a mental problem and suffered from depression, Edwin would have acted even more coldly.

Even today, when he went with her to see Charles Anderson, it was only because the project was related to Genesis Group.

As for the trip to the amusement park later, it wasn't that Tilda wanted to go. It was Edwin who suggested it.

Tilda thought that Edwin was willing to forgive her and wanted to take her to relax. It was only when Tilda encountered Sharon that she realized

the truth.

In fact, he had been having someone keep an eye on Sharon and was specifically there to see her.

Tilda harbored hatred in her heart, wishing to tear Sharon to pieces, but she remained composed on the surface.

She had heard that Sharon was leaving the next day.

As long as Sharon disappeared, Tilda would have plenty of opportunities to mend her relationship with Edwin.

The only thing she needed to do now was to keep Edwin from seeing Sharon again before she left.

With this thought, Tilda stirred and half-knelt on the bed. "Edwin, even if I made that decision because I had a mental problem at the time, it was still wrong. Please punish me severely. If you're willing to punish me, I will feel better in my heart."

As Tilda spoke, she nestled into his arms and began to cry softly.

Edwin remained still the whole time.

Edwin neither pushed her away nor comforted her.

After crying for a while and finding it pointless, Tilda gradually stopped, her eyes half-closed as if she was about to fall asleep.

"How did Sharon end up in my room that day?" Edwin's voice suddenly came from beside her ear.

The question was so abrupt that Tilda was caught completely off guard.

She felt a jolt in her mind as if the secret bubble in her heart had been pricked.

Tilda's slightly closed eyes snapped open.

What she saw was Edwin's face, serious to the extreme.

His face, which was already cold and unapproachable when he wasn't smiling, now bore down on her like an impending storm, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Why are you asking me that?" Tilda managed to inquire after a while, probing.

Edwin didn't respond but looked down at her, his eyes dark and deep, like they had been coated with black paint, which was chilling to behold.

Tilda kept telling herself to stay calm inside.

She sat up and spoke in a soft voice. "I know I invited you to the hotel that day. It's normal for you to suspect me. But I really don't know how it turned out that way. Haven't I already told you? I was late that day due to something, and when I got to the hotel, I felt dizzy for some reason, and then I was pulled into another room.

"If you don't believe me, you can check it out.

"As for why Sharon went to your room, doesn't her behavior afterward explain everything?"

Tilda's last sentence still implied that Sharon had done it on purpose.

What happened back then wasn't done by Sharon, and she wasn't entirely unaware of it.

Some things, once spoken out loud, would involve too many complications.

Four years ago, Tilda might have been bold enough to rely on his favor and lay everything out in the open, but now, she dared not.

*Edwin, all these things have passed. Regardless of who was right or wrong at the time, let's not dwell on it, okay?" She gently swayed Edwin's arm, her tone pleading and pitiful. "As long as we're good, just like before."

Tilda's words were not a genuine attempt to exonerate Sharon. She merely wanted to prevent any further incidents before Sharon's departure.

Edwin said nothing more but recalled Sharon's mention of leaving.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Edwin said nothing more but recalled Sharon's mention of leaving, the covers over her. "You rest first. I'm going to make a phone call." "Okay." Tilda feigned obedience and closed her eyes.

Edwin, holding his phone, walked out.

He first called his attorney. "Transfer ten percent of my shares in Genesis Group to Irene."

After ending the call with the lawyer, Edwin dialed Sharon's number.

Sharon did not pick up.

Edwin frowned and stood still for a moment, then he began to carefully type out a text message. [I won't fight you for Irene, You don't have to leave ] After composing the message, he stared at his phone for a long time.

There was no response from Sharon.

Edwin pressed his lips together, and a hint of disappointment flickered in the corners of his eyebrows.

He called Ray. "Do you know when Sharon is leaving?"

"Tomorrow," came the reply.

Tomorrow?

Edwin's fingers twitched slightly, and he hung up the phone in silence.

He decided to go and have another serious talk with Sharon.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind him, followed by a scream.