Over at Elizabeth Hospital, Avery—who was put on a drip—leaned against the bedhead.

The door to her ward opened and Mike strode in.

"What are you holding?" Avery's gaze fell on his hand.

Mike handed the documents to her. "You said you wanted to divorce Elliot, right? I printed the divorce agreement for you so you can sign it right now. Once he comes back, you can let him sign it right away too."

Avery took the document and read it carefully.

"If you make all the preparations and just leave the last bit for him to sign, it'll be the biggest blow to him," Mike analyzed with her. "He's a proud man, but I can imagine him getting angry when he sees you being so proactive with handing over the divorce agreement. Once he's angry, he might just sign it immediately."

"There's no need to play psychological tactics, Mike. He and I are both adults, and I'm sure he knows that I'm going to divorce him already." Avery flipped through the documents and saw a form on the last page.

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