About two weeks later, I was finally discharged from the hospital.
Nathan was waiting for me outside the hospital entrance, wearing a casual suit and leather shoes as he leaned against a flashy sports car.
When he saw me, he gave me a bright smile.
"Congratulations. You're finally out."
I nodded and handed him my luggage.
"Help me carry this."
The moment Nathan took my luggage, I spotted Elliot standing a short distance behind him.
Elliot's expression darkened instantly.
He raised a brow and looked at me mockingly.
"What? You're not riding in my car?"
I shook my head.
"Of course. I was waiting for you to pick me up."
I walked past Nathan, opened Elliot's car door, and was about to get in.
Only then did Elliot's expression improve a little.
Nathan, however, was unhappy.
"Vanessa, you're not taking my car? After everything he did to you, you're still chasing after him?"
I gave Nathan a reassuring look.
"Don't misunderstand. I'm done being a doormat. Go to the bar first and get the drinks ready. After I finalize the divorce with him, we will celebrate together."
Then I urged Elliot, who was still frozen in place.
"Why are you standing there? Get in. We're going to the courthouse."