In the hushed and sterile atmosphere of the hospital room, the recent departure of the nurse left Du Yue and Georgia alone, their surroundings now permeated with an eerie sense of finality. Once a haven of love and shared dreams, this room had transformed into a battlefield of emotions, where harsh reality loomed large. Du Yue, burdened by the knowledge of a bond rapidly disintegrating, took slow and measured steps as he entered the room.
"Madam," he began, his voice trembling with uncertainty, "Jack always asked me to..."
However, before he could continue, Georgia's delicate voice, laced with sorrow, gently interjected, her words carrying the weight of unspoken pain. "I can address this matter later."
It was clear that Du Yue was well-acquainted with the impending divorce between Georgia and Jack. His hesitation spoke volumes, a fleeting yet telling expression of embarrassment crossing his face as he slowly extended a document towards her. "This is what my husband asked me to give you."
Upon the document, stark and unyielding in bold black letters, lay the words capable of irrevocably altering the course of their lives: "divorce agreement."
Georgia managed a bitter smile, the corners of her lips curving with a bitterness that mirrored the complexities of her heart. She accepted the agreement with a steady hand, her gaze unwavering as she noted Jack's signature at the bottom of the page. Taking up the pen, her movements were deliberate and composed as she added her own signature to the document.
With the deed done, she handed the document back to Du Yue, her tone now transformed, steeped in an unfamiliar coldness that had replaced the warmth that once existed between them. "Please."
Du Yue hesitated for a moment, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily upon him, before he turned and made his exit, leaving Georgia to grapple with the emotional debris of their shattered marriage.
As Aunt Rong returned from her morning reprieve, her discerning eyes immediately detected the disarray in Georgia's demeanor. Concern etched deeply onto her features, she inquired, "What ails you, dear young granny?"
Georgia turned her head, her gaze locking with Aunt Rong's, her voice a soft yet resolute whisper as she revealed her painful truth. "Aunt Rong, there's something I need to share with you."
Abandoning her breakfast, Aunt Rong approached, her curiosity piqued. "What is it, child?"
"I have divorced Jack, and I shall no longer be a burden to you."
Aunt Rong's shock was palpable, her voice tinged with disbelief. "What has transpired? Why?"
Georgia offered a gentle smile, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. "It simply was not meant to be," she replied, her voice carrying the weight of sorrow. "Today, I shall be leaving the hospital and returning home."
Aunt Rong's incredulity was evident, her mind swirling with countless unasked questions. But she sensed the unwavering resolve in Georgia's demeanor and refrained from pressing further.
Resolute in her decision, Georgia assumed control, completing her discharge procedures, meticulously packing her belongings, and preparing for her imminent return to her once-familiar sanctuary.
"Little grandma..."
Aunt Rong reached out, grasping Georgia's arm, her concern palpable in her gaze. "But your wounds..."
"Aunt Rong, fret not. I shall take excellent care of myself," Georgia assured her. "If you truly wish to assist me, please aid in packing my belongings. It shall take some time."
Recognizing the futility of persuasion, Aunt Rong reluctantly nodded her acquiescence.
Half an hour later, Jack stood by the window, his eyes fixated on the hospital's entrance. There, he spotted the familiar figure of Georgia. Though she appeared on the path to recovery, her steps were deliberate and resolute. She hailed a taxi, opened the door, and entered without once looking back.
Jack furrowed his brows, a maelstrom of complex emotions churning within him.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of soft, almost ethereal arms encircle his waist, and a sweet voice graced his ears. "Brother, what has captured your attention so earnestly?"
Turning around, Jack found himself face to face with Ye Wan'er.
"Nothing," he replied, though his gaze remained distant.
Ye Wan'er leaned against him, her voice brimming with concern. "Brother, I heard the surgery has been postponed again?"
Jack lowered his eyes to meet hers, determination gleaming in his gaze. "Do not fret, Wan'er. I shall find the suitable kidney donor as swiftly as possible."
Even if Georgia had refused to donate her kidney, Jack was resolute in his quest to secure a suitable kidney source for Ye Wan'er.
...
Back in her home, several days drifted by, yet Georgia remained enveloped in a pervasive cloud of melancholy. Ms. Liu and Professor Ruan, concerned for her well-being, earnestly endeavored to devise ways to lift her spirits, but their efforts proved futile.
Liu gently rapped on the bedroom door, her voice carrying a note of encouragement. "Georgia, do come out and partake in some fresh fruit. Confining yourself to your room constantly does you no good!"