Be My Cure Now

Chapter 6 She Wants a Divorce

Security finally arrived at the hospital and dispersed the crowd of onlookers.

Clarice and the others were taken to the police station to make statements, and her recording device was submitted as evidence.

Having experienced too many disputes in the past, Clarice had learned to protect herself with objective evidence, which was why she always carried a recording device.

Ever since her hypoglycemic episode, she made sure to start recording every time she encountered Dan to capture his inappropriate remarks.

When they left the police station, Susan burst into laughter.

"Never judge a book by its cover, right? Dan looked so decent when he first arrived. Everyone thought he was a gentleman. Who would have guessed that he'd reveal his true colors over time? Now, he's not only lost his love life but also his career. He might even be detained for a few days!"

Clarice felt relieved, though with a hint of regret. "Yes, he was bold enough to pull something like this, which means he's probably done a lot of bad things. It's a shame we couldn't find evidence of his threats in the car. He really should be sent to prison for a few years of reform so that he can stop harming society."

She gave Susan a grateful hug. "Thank you for calling the police in time and getting Mr. Jones back. Come on, let's celebrate with a feast!"

Susan was a bit puzzled. She wasn't the one who called George back, but that didn't matter. A free meal was always welcomed!

*****

At this moment, George was in great distress.

The man standing before him, though faceless and silent, exuded an overwhelming presence.

The Morris family was one of the most powerful backers of major conglomerates, and he was the youngest head of the family.

Rumor had it that he was ruthless, having risen above other heirs through sheer brutality.

Why such a legendary figure came to this small town was still a mystery.

"Mr. Jones, here is evidence of Dan's embezzlement and bribery from his previous hospitals," said Mike, his expression blank as he placed a thick stack of documents on George's desk.

"Find a reliable lawyer and get him a longer sentence. When the trial comes, I expect your full cooperation," he added.

George nodded hurriedly.

"Well then, I'll see you out."

George breathed a sigh of relief. It was just about Dan, after all.

Now, he felt a bit sorry for Dan. Dan must have deep hatred toward the Morris family; otherwise, such a powerful man wouldn't go to such lengths.

After seeing the director off, Mike returned to Ivan to continue his report.

"Sir, I found some information. Dr. Clarice Ford's husband is currently serving a sentence, but he has behaved well in prison and is due for early release soon."

Mike handed over Jameson Ford's investigation file respectfully.

Although Ivan didn't say a word, Mike could tell he was angry.

It seemed Ivan was especially concerned about everything related to Clarice.

Ivan removed his mask, his soft hair falling over his forehead, revealing his sharply defined features.

As he turned his head, a gruesome scar was revealed on his left cheek.

Mike gasped.

No matter how many times he saw Ivan's face, he was still struck by the man's stunning looks—though marred by the scar.

Ivan had once been a cheerful, witty man, but after surviving such a brutal struggle, he was left scarred both physically and mentally.

His legs were crippled, his face disfigured, and even his voice was damaged.

He won the family's ultimate power but became cold and distant.

Fortunately, after arriving in this town, his condition had improved. He agreed to reconstructive surgery and rehabilitation treatment.

But could his inner wounds ever truly heal?

Ivan scanned the document swiftly before letting out a cold snort, his deep green eyes filled with scorn.

Jameson Ford was average-looking. He came from a modest background and had a mediocre career.

A year ago, he was jailed for assault.

What could she possibly see in someone so ordinary?

*****

Clarice's POV:

I received a text message from the prison authorities informing me that Jameson had been granted early release due to good behavior.

Why did I ever fall in love with him?

Two years ago, I had cut ties with my family, arriving in this small town with nothing but a cat and a suitcase.

At first, Jameson was just a neighbor I nodded to.

He was warm and well-liked by everyone in the neighborhood.

Seeing that I was new to the area, he often offered to help me.

But because my stepbrother had caused me so much trouble, I was overly guarded and turned down his kindness.

Then, one rainy night, my cat Luna ran out while I wasn't paying attention.

I was frantic, searching the roadside bushes and calling Luna's name, but a loud clap of thunder froze me in place.

I have a psychological fear of thunderstorms, so I stood there, shaking with fear.

That was when Jameson appeared like an angel, holding Luna gently in his arms.

He calmed me down and walked me home.

I noticed how lovely his smile was, with dimples that deepened on his cheeks.

Soon, we started dating, fell in love, and got married, enjoying a sweet time together.

But it didn't last. Jameson began coming home late, and he frequently went out, seemingly hiding something from me.

Later, we started fighting non-stop.

Our relationship reached a breaking point.

Where did we go wrong?

I tried to find time to talk to him, but Jameson always avoided it.

Finally, one day, he agreed to meet me for dinner at Mary's Restaurant.

After work, I waited for Jameson at the parking lot entrance when I ran into Peter White.

I had seen this patient at the hospital several times, and his leering looks made me uncomfortable, so I remembered him.

Peter's eyes lit up when he saw me standing alone. He quickly approached and put an arm around my shoulder.

"Clarice, right? I've been wanting to talk to you. Your husband and my wife..."

Before he could finish, Jameson appeared out of nowhere, unusually angry, and punched Peter to the ground.

The scene was chaotic, with the two men fighting fiercely.

I didn't remember how it ended; I only recalled the police taking them both away.

Jameson claimed that Peter had harassed me first, and he was only defending his wife.

But Peter was left severely injured and unconscious, unable to explain himself.

Then, a woman, Naomi White, stepped forward as Peter's wife to forgive Jameson on his behalf.

Jameson was eventually sentenced to a year in prison.

It all happened too suddenly, and something felt off.

With all the accumulated conflicts, I decided to ask Jameson for a divorce.

Given our current state, separation seemed to be the best option.

But Jameson kept avoiding the issue, begging me to wait until he was released to discuss it.

The phone rang, interrupting my thoughts.

Mike's friendly voice came through.

"Dr. Ford, it's time for Mr. Morris' rehabilitation session tonight. I'll be picking you up shortly."