Ever since then, McKinney White had become famous, and his figure often appeared at various high-society dinner parties.
Norris had always been disdainful of men with dark hearts driven by money, and she never imagined that now Trenton would have a connection with him.
It was no wonder that AM International had been so prosperous in Tung City for the past six months with these two men colluding.
Putting two such heartless people together seemed like a perfect match.
But why was he in her hospital room now?
"Miss Moore, you are too kind. I'm just doing what any man would do." Lawyer White seemed completely unaware of her sarcasm, his smile becoming even more amiable. He took out a contract and handed it to Norris, "Miss Moore, this is the contract that Mr. Smith had asked me to draft. Please take a look, and if you agree with the terms, sign your name."
Norris looked down at the contract on the table in front of her, then lifted her eyes to see McKinney White's smiling face. She picked up the contract and began reading it.
After a while, Norris looked up from the paper and asked, "Was the divorce agreement you drafted for me half a year ago the same one he gave me?"
"It was me," he nodded.
Norris smiled faintly, "This contract really does have the same brilliance as the one you created back then. However, wasn't human trafficking illegal?"
Lawyer White looked at the woman's face in front of him.
The woman had a beautiful and exquisite face, a sweet smile, and a charming demeanor that could captivate one's heart, like at this moment where her smile perfectly concealed the disdain and disgust in her eyes for him.
This Norris was a far cry from the haughty, malicious, and pretentious Norris that Trenton described.
"I can assure you, this contract has full legal effect." McKinney handed her a pen, "Miss Moore, please sign here."
Norris did not move. She furrowed her delicate eyebrows, showing a look of confusion. Looking up at McKinney, she said, "Can I ask you a question, Lawyer White?"
"Please do," he answered politely.
"Are you close with my ex-husband?"
"Not bad."
"Then can you tell me," she shook the contract in her hand and smiled gently, "what does he mean by asking me to sign this contract?"
This could no longer be considered a contract.
It was more like a deed of sale, one that had legal effect and essentially allowed Trenton to control her personal freedom from now on.
The contract stipulated that as long as she signed her name, all the medical expenses for Elias and Luke would be borne by Trenton in the future.
Norris thought, that man was truly sick.
Mentally sick.
"Perhaps Mr. Smith feels that it's tiring for Miss Moore to support her family by herself and wants to relieve some of your burden." He speculated.
Norris laughed sarcastically, "Lawyer White, you're really good at making cold jokes."
"So, Miss Moore, what do you say?"
"I want to talk to my ex-husband." Norris put down the pen and said softly, "I want to add something to the contract."
*
"What do you want to talk about?"
Trenton entered the room more than half an hour later.
As Norris leaned against the bed, her cheeks were pale from excessive blood loss, and her eyes were covered with a haggard look.
Upon hearing his voice, she slowly looked up at him.
"Mr. Smith, if you really hate me that much, you should have just shot me and ended it all."