His Irresistible Ugly Ex-wife

Chapter 3

Talia soon familiarized herself with the workflow.

She had been waiting for this day for a full five years. From now on, she should be careful with every step she took.

While she was working, there was a sudden noise outside.

She stood over and looked over. Standing at the door was a man arguing with Grace.

Talia asked her colleague and learned the man was Michael Lowe, who was here to follow up with the divorce case. The cause was that his wife had cheated on him and transferred all his properties. In charge of the case, Grace was unable to resolve it.

Talia frowned. She couldn't believe Grace was unable to resolve such a common case.

At that, she pranced over.

"May I ask what is going on?"

In a fit of anger, Michael said brusquely, "Can your law firm do it or not? Ms. Donovan, you made a fool of me and then told me to scram because you couldn't help me win this case. You're worthless."

With that, he poured a cup of coffee all over Grace's face.

Grace was drenched and shaking with anger. "Argh... you deserve to be cheated on. I can't handle your case. What can you do about it? File a complaint against me or whatever."

Michael glared at her. Just then, Talia spoke up, "Mr. Lowe, take it easy. I'll help you take care of the case." She then handed her business card to him.

Michael indifferently looked down at it, and then, his face changed. "Are... you that famous lawyer from Washington?"

"It's me."

"I've heard so much about you. I entrusted people to contact you, but you were in Washington. Are you working with Campbell Group now?"

Talia nodded.

"That's great!" He shoved Grace out of the way and said, "I need your professional advice.”

Talia analyzed the situation and formulated an action plan for him. Michael nodded in appreciation, praising her professional knowledge and attitude. Those passers-by looked at Grace like a clown, and her face was burning with shame.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Miller. I'll carry out the plan and call you if there are any problems."

"Take care."

As soon as the man left, Grace sulked, "Ms. Miller, you went too far. That's my client and none of your business."

Talia countered with a smile, "It's fair competition and for the interests of the firm. If things escalated, the firm would suffer losses. See the point, Ms. Donovan?"

"It's not so easy to beat me," Grace said.

Facing this beautiful, talented woman, Grace sensed a crisis for the first time.

The next day, she unprecedentedly acted like a good mother. She took the day off and took her daughter out for fun. When the girl entered the office with ice cream, Talia was immersed in her work. When she looked up, she saw an angelic face.

Grace led her daughter to her cubicle and asked gloomily, "Emma, my sweet girl, you will protect me, right?"

Keeping her head down, the girl uttered no sound.

Grace pointed to Talia and continued, "That woman stole my client and intends to steal your dad away. Would you allow that to happen?"

"Daddy..." The girl got emotional and said, "I want daddy."

Footsteps came from outside. Presumably, Mason had heard her daughter's voice and come out of his office.

This was a good chance.

As the footsteps got closer, she put her hand on her forehead. "Emma, I'm feeling dizzy. Ah…"

No sooner had her voice died away than she collapsed on the floor. The girl cried out, "Mom, wake up. Mom, wake up…"

As soon as Mason came to the door, he saw the unconscious woman and his crying daughter. He hurried over, held up Grace's head, and shouted, "Call an ambulance!"

Back when Talia was Mason's wife, she had seen such an act too many times. Through this trick, Grace fed on her blood for many years. In the end, her sacrifice meant nothing.

They soon went to the hospital together. Talia sneered at the sight of the same hospital and doctor. Five years apart, Grace's tricks hadn't changed a bit.

The doctor did emergency treatment, and Grace came around. The first thing she did was hold Mason and say, "I thought you didn't love me anymore. You had another woman and forgot about me."

"Save your strength and take a good rest," Mason said.

With tears in her eyes, Grace looked pitiful. "There is no cure. There isn't a person donating her blood to me anymore. I'm afraid I won't hold up for long."

Emma, who had been shocked, was saddened to hear that. She stroked her mother's face and said, "Mommy, I want mommy."

Mason looked at his crying daughter and then at Grace. Full of pain, he tightened his arms and said, "Don't worry. I'll find another donor for you. Don't be afraid."

Grace hugged him back. With a triumphant smile in her eyes, she looked at the woman standing in the doorway.

Talia watched indifferently and decided to lay bare Grace's disguise.

"I wonder what blood type Ms. Donovan needs. Mine is rh-o. Is it helpful?"

"Really? That's the one Grace needs." Mason looked up at her, "But that will affect you. You still have work to do."

You made me donate my blood so many times, regardless of my health. Talia scoffed in her heart.

"It's okay. I'm young, and saving her life is important."

Grace's eyes were full of sneers. Out with Tina, and in with Talia. What a surprise!

While she was puffing with pride, Talia added, "But I have a request. I know a doctor at this hospital. The way he draws blood doesn't hurt. I want him to do it."

Her words flustered Grace, who was not sick at all. Everything was but a trick she played with her doctor. If the doctor was changed, her scheme would be exposed.

"Dr. Smith is fit for the job. He knows my condition the best," she said.

Mimicking her affected tone, Talia said to Mason, "But I'm afraid of pain. I'll be worried if another doctor does the work."

Mason's heart melted, and he said, "Ms. Miller is kind enough to donate her blood. Let's just follow her way."

Grace struggled to get up, but the doctor appeared in the doorway before she could stop the woman. Talia said, "James, please help me check on this friend of mine. She has received blood transfusions for many years, but her disease still hasn't been cured."

James came to the bed, took off the stethoscope, checked out the laboratory test report, and frowned. "The report shows that Ms. Donovan's hemoglobin is above 100. She's very healthy and doesn't need any blood transfusion."

Mason looked up at the doctor in confusion.

The doctor looked at him and said, "I'm not sure why Ms. Donovan fainted. There are no diseases or other factors that can cause it. The test report shows that she is in good health."

"Are you sure you didn't make a mistake? I've had blood transfusions for many years. I have a blood disease, according to my doctor," Grace whispered with a pale face.

"I'm the vice president of this hospital. Tell me who your attending doctor is. We'll see if he has misdiagnosed your illness," James said.

Ready to lay bare Grace's trick, Talia had already had the dishonest doctor brought over. James looked at Dr. Smith and snapped, "You diagnosed her illness as a blood disease, but the report shows that the patient is very healthy. How did you make your judgment?"

Dr. Smith, who had taken bribes from Grace to fabricate the results, panicked and then confessed, knowing that he might lose his qualification as a doctor if he continued to lie.

"It was Ms. Donovan who told me to lie. In so doing, she fooled Mr. Campbell and let his former wife donate her blood. Ms. Donovan made me do this."

Everyone turned to look at the panic-stricken woman on the bed.