Lance pressed down on Yvette's bleeding wound, and he felt a surge of great fury. "Why didn't you say it!"
Yvette was quiet, and her face showed no sign of pain. She smiled sweetly at him. "Compared to being with you, this is nothing."
Lance's hand trembled as he was pressing down on the wound. His entire face was ashen white as if he had been stabbed and lost too much blood.
He did not expect that Yvette would hurt herself so much just to force him to divorce.
"Yvette, are you forcing me?" he asked, staring into her eyes.
"You did it first." Yvette sneered.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
In an instant, the room was full of light.
The doctors and nurses came in and all rushed to Yvette to treat her wound.
Yvette's wound was on the left upper abdomen, which was cut open by splenic surgery. At that time, the suture line cracked, exposing the flesh underneath, and it was shocking to sight.
