The Divorcee Amazed the World

Now everyone noticed that the cleaning staff was wearing protective clothing, masks, and rubber gloves.

Grace, feeling even more frightened, could hardly stand.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably.

Shivering, she asked the cleaner, “Is it, is it AIDS?”

The cleaner glanced at her, picked up the trash bin lid, walked to the bin, peered inside, and said, “The medical waste from the AIDS patient’s operating room is sealed in airtight bags. Visually, the bags are intact. However, since you’re injured, it’s better to have a blood test for reassurance.”

After saying that, the cleaner pushed the trash bin away.

In the surgery area, there weren’t many people.

The few onlookers had long retreated upon hearing the words “AIDS,” as if the air itself could be contagious.

The corridor returned to silence.

Grace glared fiercely at Nancy, her chest heaving violently, consumed with a deep-seated hatred, itching at the roots of her teeth.

Suddenly.

She gritted her teeth and rushed towards Nancy, grabbing her wrist and biting down fiercely.

Nancy screamed in pain, trying to free her hand. “Let go of me! Let go quickly! You wicked woman!”

But Grace, driven by shock, seemed to have gone mad.

She held on tightly, refusing to release her grip.

Josh, almost instinctively, took a step forward and tried to push Grace away, sternly saying, “Let go of her! Quickly let go!”

Grace paid no heed.

Her mind was fixated on one thought.

If she couldn’t have peace, neither would Nancy!

If she got AIDS, they would all suffer together!

Ryan also rushed over, grabbing Grace around the waist and pulling her back, attempting to separate the two.

However, Grace clung to Nancy like a possessed snapping turtle, refusing to let go.

With Ryan’s pull, both Nancy and Grace were dragged far back.

The bite on her arm became even more painful.

Tears streamed down her face.

In desperation, Josh used his hand to pinch Grace’s nose.

Grace, unable to breathe, finally opened her mouth.

Clutching her chest, she gasped for air.

Josh suddenly lifted his foot and kicked her, sending her flying several meters away.

“Bang!”

A loud noise echoed through the corridor as Grace crashed to the floor.

The pain made her grimace, cursing loudly.

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to her.

Grace cursed for a while, palm on the ground, attempting to crawl but unable to get up.

Every move sent waves of pain through her body.

Her eyes teared up, reaching out to Owen, “Owen, help me up, oh, it hurts so much.”

But Owen dared not approach, only watching from a distance, saying, “You lie down for a while. When the pain eases, you can get up.”

Grace froze for a moment.

It dawned on her that he didn’t dare to help her because there was a possibility of being infected with AIDS.

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That’s why he had been standing far away earlier and didn’t come to help.

Grace’s nose tingled, her eyes welling up, and she said sadly, “Owen, I’m your wife. I’ve been with you since I was under twenty. Is it so difficult for you to lend me a hand?”

Owen still hesitated, fearing that she might be mentally disturbed and bite him again, and more importantly, the fear of infection.

He made a call and called the driver.

The driver, unaware of the situation, assisted Grace to the Infectious Disease Department for registration and blood testing.

Josh also supported Nancy to the Infectious Disease Department for registration.

Nancy shook off his support, refusing to let him help, saying, “Josh, stay away from me. In case I’m infected, I might pass it on to you.”

Josh supported her and wouldn’t let go. “It’s okay; I don’t have any injuries.”

“I heard that saliva can also transmit it.”

Josh stubbornly said, “It doesn’t matter.”

Nancy’s eyes turned red, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

She choked and said, “Josh, you’re really kind. I used to take advantage of you in the conflicts with Susan.”

Josh smiled generously, raising his hand to pat her head. “It’s nothing. I’ve never taken it to heart. Does the wound hurt a lot? My stepmother is too impulsive; let me apologize to you on her behalf.”

Nancy looked down at the deep bite marks on her wrist.

Bleeding profusely.

Blood was oozing out.