After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1132 Weak Makeup, Acting To The End

Chapter 1132 Weak Makeup, Acting to the End

In the hospital room, Mavis helped Moore adjust his pillow and prop it up so he could barely sit up with

legs that were completely powerless. Moore's gaze never left her face, his eyes filled with obsession

and passion.

"Mavis, if NIB really finds out that Anthony is the mastermind behind all this, would you divorce him?"

"I would," she answered firmly. "But there's a child between us that can never be severed."

Even if they divorced and Alistair's custody was given to her, Anthony still needed to pay child support

every month - even though she felt capable of raising their son on her own.

Moore frowned in utter disappointment. "If only you two didn't have a child."

Mavis remained silent.

Alistair was a child she had begged for by accidently buying inferior birth control pills. He was

everything to her now; she could live without a husband but not without her son.

Knock knock knock -

Suddenly urgent knocking sounded from outside the door followed by Kane's anxious voice.

"Mrs. Callahan, Mr. Callahan's wound seems to have worsened. Although it didn't puncture his heart

directly, it probably injured blood vessels around his heart causing him to suffer from myocardial

infarction. You need to come see him quickly."

"What!" Mavis immediately stood up and headed towards the door.

"Mavis! Don't go!" Moore wanted to stop her but couldn't move at all due to numb hands.

"Don't worry," Mavis turned back before leaving through the door. "I'll just go take a look upstairs and

call Raymond over while I'm at it. Tell him what you want for breakfast."

"Mavis..." Before he could shout any more words out loud, Mavis had already disappeared outside of

the room door.

Upstairs in front of the VIP ward, the Callahan family bodyguards were guarding while medical staffs

including doctors and Zack were inside.

An attractive nurse was quickly applying whitening powder on Anthony's face and doing makeup. Zack

gave thumbs-up when asked whether Anthony looked weak enough or not. Everyone agreed with Mr.

Callahan's various tricks.

Outside the ward, the Callahan family bodyguards coughed twice together. "Hello Mrs. Callahan!"

Their respectful voices echoed loudly. It scared both Mavis herself as well as everyone else inside. A

group of people hurriedly cleaned up the "battlefield"of make-up.

When the guards opened the hospital room door for Mavis to enter, she saw a man lying unconscious

on the bed right away.

The bandage on his chest was stained with blood, as if the wound had reopened. Anthony's face was NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

pale, even though he was still unconscious, and his forehead was covered in tiny beads of sweat.

Three or four doctors in white coats surrounded him like they were consulting. Mavis hurried over and

asked in a low voice, "How is he doing?"

The lead doctor sighed deeply. "It's hard to say."

Why? Did his condition suddenly worsen?

Another doctor said, "Mr. Callahan has been emotionally troubled for a long time. It's a heart problem."

Mavis was confused.

In this day and age, why talk about emotional problems instead of medical technology?

"You spend every day with Mr. Callahan," the head doctor continued. "You should know what caused

his heart problem. Couples need to communicate regularly and calmly with each other. After all, Mr.

Callahan's injury is too close to the heart. If it triggers diseases like myocarditis, that would be bad."

Mavis nodded her head downcastly. "He is the patient. I will follow him."

Several doctors wrote something on their medical records and left one by one before saying goodbye,

"But you don't have to worry too much. We've already given him medication so Mr. Callahan should

wake up soon."

"Okay." She turned her head to look at Kane beside her and said politely, "Kane, please escort them

out."

Kane nodded obediently and escorted all the medical staff out.

Soon there were only "unconscious" Anthony, Zack and Mavis left in the ward.

Mavis looked at Zack curiously, "Why did you suddenly come over?"

Zack smiled awkwardly, "I originally wanted to report some work situation to Mr. Callahan but

unexpectedly saw that he fainted so I guess my work can't be done temporarily."

He quickly ran away without disturbing their private time as husband-and-wife. "Mrs. Callahan, thank

you for accompanying him for so long. I still have work, I'll leave first."

"Hey, you wait."

Mavis wanted to call him back but she didn't expect him run faster than rabbits without looking back.

The ward became quiet again instantly.

Helplessly, Mavis sat down beside the bed where she could see clearly under ceiling lights shining

above. Anthony's forehead sweat drops were very obvious under such lightings. Mavis thought about it

then decided wipe off some sweat from his face using wet wipes.

As soon as she touched that pale handsome face with wet wipes, Anthony woke up, and even held

onto her hand which prepared wiping off sweats for himself.

"You're here."

He lay there weakly, his beautiful blue eyes looking tired and his long lashes casting shadows on his

face. Even when he was sick, he still looked handsome with a refined and delicate face.

"How's Moore doing?"

"He's been seriously injured, so it's unlikely that he'll show any significant improvement in the short

term," Mavis sighed. "He's not in a very good mood after suddenly being hit like this. He has been

feeling down."

Anthony didn't react much to what she said. He only asked about Moore as a formality and didn't want

to hear everything about him from Mavis.

In a low voice, Anthony changed the subject, "Have you had breakfast? I'll have Kane go to the five-

star hotel next door later to get some congee for us to eat together."

Thinking about the doctor's words about heart issues and Moore's injuries, every time he pleaded his

innocence, Mavis rarely didn't refuse, nodding her head instead.

A slight smile tugged at the corners of Anthony's lips, a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes.

Mavis glanced at the sweat on his forehead, wanting to help him wipe it off, but he held onto her hand

and wouldn't let go.

"Did you stay up all night taking care of Moore? You must be very tired. Don't take care of me anymore.

I can handle myself."

Don't rub off all my whitening powder!

Mavis ate breakfast with Anthony in the VIP ward room where they were staying together.

The five-star chef's cooking skills were indeed excellent. Mavis couldn't help but eat two more pieces of

steamed cake than usual. There was some residue left on her lips which caught Anthony's attention

immediately as he quickly handed over tissues patiently wiping them away for her.

As she stared at him incredulously while being wiped by him, she felt an illusion that today's Anthony

was particularly considerate towards her without any coldness in his eyes like before – gentle enough

to melt one's heart! Did someone spike his drink?

Ignoring how stunned she looked, Anthony focused on wiping away every last bit from her lips before

touching her cheek gently checking out how well-rested she seemed, "Your eyes are dark circles under

them now. Did you not sleep well? Do you want to sleep here for a while?"

The bed in VIP ward room was large enough for two people comfortably sleeping side by side.

But Mavis shook her head decisively, "No need. I just came up here to see how you're doing. If you're

okay then I'll leave now."

She still needed to find Moore while he himself looked like a ghost due weakness and couldn't even

keep hold onto her around him?!