Jeremy stuck one of his hands into his pocket and took one step closer to Ryan in a languid manner.

“I’ll get the lawyer to come over to talk to you tomorrow. You won’t have to take a single step,” he said. He had already arranged everything perfectly. “If you still manage to come up with an excuse to delay the procedure, it’ll prove that you have a different motive when you married Eveline back then,” he added.

Ryan looked at Jeremy calmly. “My real motive is to protect Eveline. Jeremy, you’re overthinking.”

“I thought too little about it. That’s why I ended up willingly handing my most beloved woman over to you like a fool,” Jeremy said, a hint of fierceness glinting in his eyes. He glanced at Ryan’s right leg that was wrapped in a plaster cast.

The tone of his voice was ironic as he spoke, “This traffic accident happened in a rather timely manner.” He then walked over to the side of the bed. He stared at Ryan’s injured leg with a gaze full of doubt. “I’d like to see the inju