Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies

Chapter 30

Chapter 30 We Have Been Divorced for a Long Time

Joe didn’t give a clear response, placing the first aid kit before her. “Treat yourself.”

Following his gaze to the back of her hand, Mia only then

realized that she had unknowingly been cut, blood oozing a dark red hue.

She didn’t say much, simply taking out a bandage and applying it, “Is this good enough?”

Joe frowned, “I remember a time when even a small wound would have you making a fuss. Now, it doesn’t seem to bother you?”

A small wound?

Making a fuss?

Mia had no recollection of ever making a fuss about a wound in front of Joe.

Seeing her lack of memory, Joe calmly explained, “It was during John’s birthday party.”

Mia thought back for a long time before she remembered what had happened.

Probably in the first year of their marriage, Mia had been in a car accident on the road. Not only was her right ankle fractured, but a long gash was also carved into her leg.

In her panic, she called Joe, only to have Wendy answer. After hearing the circumstances, Wendy informed her that Joe was busy and instructed her to go to the hospital herself.

After struggling to get to the hospital and treating her wound, Mia saw a post by Wendy on social media. John was blowing out candles, while Joe stood next to Wendy, chatting and laughing.

Both of their smiles were genuine.

Afterward, Mia angrily confronted Joe, but she hadn’t realized that what had left an impression on Joe was her making a fuss.

The past was indeed painful to recall.

The irony in Mia’s face was impossible to conceal, “If Mr. Smith considers a fractured ankle and twenty stitches a ‘small wound,’ then my injury must be quite insignificant.”

“What?” Joe looked at Mia, frowning. A fracture? Stitches? Wendy told him that it was just a small cut?

He was prepared to ask further, but Mia had no intention of continuing. From NôvelDrama.Org.

She leaned back on the sofa, “Are you going to give me those things, Mr. Smith, or do you plan on having me spend the night

here?”

Joe, perceiving the sudden coldness in Mia’s attitude after bringing up the past, didn’t say more.

Instead, he handed over a stack of documents. “The White family has obtained quite a few projects and funds from the Smith Group over the years. Every penny is accounted for.”

Joe was no fool. Every sum of money the White family had taken from him over the years was documented as a loan. They had just assumed they wouldn’t have to pay it back.

Mia quickly glanced at the documents, surprised.

In just a few short years, the White family had “borrowed” nearly two hundred million dollars from Joe.

No wonder Joe despised her so much. The White family was like

a leech to the Smith Group, truly disgusting.

“Are you really willing to give me these things, Mr. Smith?” Mia closed the documents, raising an eyebrow at Joe.

After all, it was two hundred million dollars.

Joe didn’t even bat an eye, “Didn’t you ask for compensation? It’s all yours.”

Mia was happy to comply, “You’re quite generous, Mr. Smith. Don’t worry, the videos on my phone won’t be leaked. I wish you and Mrs. Smith a lifetime of happiness.”

For some reason, hearing Mia say ‘Mrs. Smith,’ Joe found it particularly grating.

Mia was already standing, ready to leave, but almost subconsciously, Joe stopped her.

“Is there anything else, Mr. Smith?”

Mia looked at Joe, confused. He wouldn’t be regretting it now, would he?

Joe stood, moving closer to Mia, “You can’t get engaged to David. The Johnson family won’t accept you.”

“My relationship with David is none of your concern, Mr. Smith.” Mia’s expression suddenly cooled, and she moved past Joe to leave. But Joe grabbed her wrist, “David’s always been a player; he’s not right for you.”

Mia stopped in her tracks, looking at Joe with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “Have you forgotten, Mr. Smith? We’re already divorced.”