Edward returned home with the results in hand.
He looked at Bella, who was sitting in the living room in a daze, and remembered her words on the phone just now. He threw the appraisal report into her arms.
"Take a look at this."
After saying this, Edward turned and was about to go upstairs.
Bella just looked at his back: "Do you think our marriage is interesting?"
Hearing this, Edward's eyebrows slightly wrinkled: "What do you want to say?"
Bella looked at his questioning appearance, and the grievances and sadness that had been accumulating over the years surged into her heart.
"What do you think I want to say, and what can I say?"
"I said I really don't like your family, I don't like them always looking at me with a sneer as if I married you to climb up the social ladder, I don't like your mother always ordering me around saying I'm not good enough for you, I don't like you always reminding me that between you and me it's just a deal!"
Her several dislikes made Edward stand still on the spot.
He didn't expect Bella to have so many complaints in her heart: "Why didn't you say these before?"
Hearing this, Bella gave a bitter smile: "What would happen if I said it? You would only say that taking someone's money is to help someone out of trouble, or this time are you planning to give me how much money to let me stay?"
Edward was stunned for a moment.
Seeing this, Bella thought she had hit his mind again: "Edward, I'm really tired. You are crazy, I am not. I have been crazy with you for four years, it's enough."
"Crazy?" Edward frowned and repeated these two words.
Bella's nose was sour: "Do you think I really married you for money? I married you because I love you, but you don't believe it, you say I'm hypocritical!"
Edward didn't speak, just watching her continue to speak.
"Do you know what others say about our marriage? It's a tomb."
Bella pointed to the wedding photo on the wall, tears streaming down her face: "You take a look for yourself, don't you think this wedding photo looks like a posthumous photo?"
Edward looked at her, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to speak.
This was the first time Bella cried in front of him.
The living room gradually fell into silence.
Bella looked at Edward who was silent, and her emotions gradually calmed down.
Forget it, she thought.
Then she put the thing in her hand in front of him: "This is all the money you gave me in the past four years, and the thirty million given by your mother. I will send the divorce agreement when I draft it, let's stop here."
After saying this, Bella got up and walked towards the door.
Edward looked at her: "Are you leaving?"
"Yes." Bella didn't look back, just like when she came, she was alone.
The villa door closed, with a light and clever lock core sound.
Edward looked at the door, his mind filled with Bella's questioning and shouting just now.
He turned his head and looked at the wedding photo, and after a long time, he found something wrong.
Edward took a step forward and looked at the obvious smudge on the bouquet, raised his hand and wiped it with his fingertips.
The moment his fingertips were dyed red, his heart seemed to be pricked by a needle.
Rubbing that red, Edward stood like this all night.
On the other side, Bella, who left, sat on the hotel bed, looking at the sunlight that dispelled the darkness in the sky.
At this time, the phone next to her suddenly rang.
She picked up and heard Edward's cold voice: "Civil Affairs Bureau at nine o'clock, I let you go."
Bella listened, feeling empty in her heart.
Leaving was what she thought, but now that Edward really let go, she felt a bit at a loss...
She silently collected the scattered emotions and replied in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
Then she hung up the phone.
She looked at the rising sun outside the hotel window, and a tear flowed from the corner of her eye.
Four years, her wishful love is finally coming to an end.
At nine o'clock, Bella arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau on time.
She held two bright red marriage certificates and looked at the busy road, waiting for Edward just like when they got the certificate four years ago.
But time passed, and he was still not seen.
Edward always does what he says, and since he made an appointment with her, he will not break it.
Thinking of this, Bella called Edward's phone.
But unexpectedly, a strange voice came from the other end of the phone: "Madam, I am Assistant to Mr. Gu, Mr. Gu had a car accident and is now in the First People's Hospital of the city."
Hearing this, Bella's heart tightened, and she hurriedly rushed over.
The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
As soon as she stepped into the ward, she saw Margaret, Lena, and a child standing inside.
Bella's footsteps paused, her gaze fell on the unconscious Edward on the bed.
He had gauze wrapped around his head, with a little blood, and his lips were pale.
She looked at it, and she couldn't help but worry.
At this time, Lena saw Bella, came forward: "Mom already knows about the child, and she has recognized me, you hurry up and divorce Ye Jue, let him go."
Bella looked at her: "Ye Jue has had the child re-examined, you should know the answer better than me."
As soon as this was said, the expressions of several people in the room were different.
Lena's expression was hard to hide the panic.
She looked at Margaret with an inquisitive look, and hurriedly denied: "What are you talking about! Mom, you believe me, the child is really Ye Jue's!"
Bella looked at such Lena, feeling ridiculous in her heart.
But then she saw the child who had always been treated as a puppet, and felt pitiful.
She put away her emotions, looked at Margaret who had been silent, and said: "When Ye Jue wakes up, I will divorce him as you wish."
At this time, a rustling sound came from the direction of the hospital bed.
Bella turned her head and saw that Edward had opened his eyes at some point, and was slowly sitting up.
She looked at it, but did not go forward.
And Edward looked at the people in the ward, his gaze swept around, and finally stopped on Bella, waving to her.
Bella walked forward in confusion, and suddenly, he held her hand, tightly interlocking fingers.
Then, Edward's voice sounded: "Honey, who are they?"The moment these words were spoken, everyone in the ward froze.
Others were stunned by Edward's words, while Bella was stunned by his hand.
It was the first time in four years that she had held hands with Edward.
Edward leaned against the hospital bed, his lips still pale, a look of confusion in his eyes, as he tightened his grip on Bella's hand.
"Honey, who are they?" He asked again.
Bella didn't know how to react and helplessly looked at Margaret.
She never thought she would ever have to look at Margaret with such helplessness.
Lena watched this scene with a sense of irritation, and was the first to snap out of it, calling for the doctor.
The doctor gave Edward a thorough examination with his stethoscope and finally straightened up, saying, "The patient is fine physically; it's selective amnesia caused by a severe blow to the head. He might only remember important events before the accident. With proper care, he will recover."
"What about his body? When can he be discharged?" Margaret asked with concern.
"He can leave at any time. It seems there's only a problem with his memory. Remember to rest well at home."
With that, the doctor left the ward.
Edward sat quietly on the bed, his long lashes casting shadows over his eyes, making it hard to discern his expression.
Bella found his silence unsettling.
"Honey, I want to go home."
Just as Bella was about to say something, Edward spoke up.
Margaret looked at Edward in front of her, sighed, and turned to Bella, saying, "You should leave now. I'll take Yeqiu back to take care of him."
"Who are you? I won't go with you. Honey, don't leave."
Bella pursed her lips, standing there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do.
Her eyes were filled with confusion, perplexity, and shock.
How did everything end up like this, with amnesia out of nowhere?
She truly hadn't expected things to take such a cliched and melodramatic turn.
"Honey, who is this woman?"
Bella's heart was in turmoil as she looked at Edward asking her questions from the bed and let out a long breath, "She's your mother."
"And this woman?"
Edward's gaze fell on Lena, slightly frowning.
Seeing his eyes on her, Lena put on a smile.
Just as she was about to speak, Bella interjected, "Your first love."
Hearing this, Edward's frown deepened, as if trying to dredge up memories from his mind to match with the Lena in front of him, but eventually shook his head, "I don't know her."
"Honey, are you jealous, feeling unhappy? I really don't know her, don't misunderstand."
With that, Edward's eyes returned to Bella.
She felt a chill run down her spine.
For four years, she had never heard Edward address her like this, yet within just a few minutes, he called her 'wife' repeatedly.
She didn't dare to feel happy; from last night to the road leading to the civil affairs bureau, she had thought it through clearly.
Edward couldn't possibly love her.
Bella had no mind to pay attention to Lena's darkening face beside her. The next second, Edward spoke up again, "Honey, who is this child?"
Her thoughts were not on answering Edward's question, only feeling that he was holding her hand very tightly.
So she subconsciously said, "Your 'son'."
Upon hearing this, Edward's brows lifted with delight, "Yours and mine?"
"No, yours and hers," Bella shrugged, glancing towards Lena.
Lena's eyes darted away, unwilling to speak.
"Impossible, how could I have a child with her?" Edward frowned.
After a long pause, Bella sighed and turned to look at Margaret, "Whether you believe it or not, I intended to divorce him today. As for the child, Yeqiu had indeed done a paternity test before, which proved he wasn't the father. If you don't believe me, you can take the child to test again."
With that, she fell silent.
After an unknown period, Margaret's eyes darkened, "I see. You should take care of Yeqiu for now."
With that, she turned and left the ward.
Only Edward, Bella, and Lena remained in the room, and silence enveloped them.
"My wife and I are here because I've got issues with my brain. You're standing here without leaving, is it because you've got issues with your brain too?"
After a long while, Edward's cold voice broke the silence.
Lena, fuming, grabbed the child's hand and stormed out.
Watching Lena's retreating figure, Bella felt utterly drained.
She had made up her mind, yet it was instantly shattered.
Turning her head to look at the person on the bed, Edward was smiling at her.
Just like the sunlight outside the window.