The Divorce Prescription

The next day, Celine sat on a wicker chat reading a book Inside the apartment Meanwhile, Robin was pacing angrily, cursing at the top of her lungs. “What’s wrong with that

Tid he get kicked in the head or something? He left his wife alone to take care of that bitch Carly! And that Carly–Ugh! Being a mistress is bad enough, but drugging herself?

hat’s just pathetic!”

Robin was privuinely furious. When she went to pick up Celine the previous night, she found her sitting on the ground, hugging her knees, When Celine raised her head, her face was streaked with tears, looking as forlorn as a stray cat abandoned by its owner.

Celine couldn’t help but laugh. Robin had been ranting about Adam and Carly since the night before, and her fighting spirit was truly impressive.

In truth, Celine had long learned how to heal herself even when falling apart.

She unwrapped a piece of candy and popped it into her mouth. The sweetness spread, bringing a faint smile to her face. “Robin, take a break. We’ll deal with them soon enough and get retribution where it’s due.”

Robin understood what that meant–Celine was planning to teach them a lesson.Celine was tough, but it pained Robin to see her go through the agony of breaking herself down just to rebuild.

Just then, muffled sounds came from the storage room. Celine set down her book and said with a small smile, “Now, let’s start with Mr. Stone.”

The previous day, Celine had drugged Samson and had him brought to her apartment.

Celine and Robin entered the storage room where Samson was tied up. His hands and feet were bound with a cloth stuffed in his mouth. When he saw Celine, he began thrashing around furiously, Robin walked over and pulled the cloth out of Samson’s mouth,

The moment becould speak, Samson’s face twisted with anger. “Celine Tate! How dare you drug me! Do you even know who I am?

“I know Dr. C, and your mother owes me favors! You’re just some country girl–how dare you act so high and mighty? You should be grateful I even considered sleeping with you. If you had any sense, you’d lie down and let me enjoy your body!”

Robin rolled up her sleeves, ready to slap him across the tace, but Celine stopped her

Celine stepped closer, towering over Samson as she looked down at him. “You say you know Dr. Ch

Samson’s expression turned smug “Of course! You’ve heard of Dr.C, haven’t you? The medical prodigy, a’miracle worker! Someone like you could never meet her. But me? I know her personally!”

Celine raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Since you claim to know Dr. C, then prove it.”

Samson puffed up with arrogance. “Thave her number in my phone. I can call her right now”

celine nodded. “Go ahead Call ber.”

Robin then untied Samson. Samson stood, pulling his phone from his pocket. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

He really did have Dr. C’s number. He had sneaked into the hospital director’s office and copied the number after Dr. C was scheduled to perform surgery on Carly

Samson said while grinning triumphantly, “Celine, watch and learn. I’ll show you how powerful I am!

He proceeded to dial the number,

The phone rang, its melodic tone filling the room. Then, it was answered–calmly and without hurry.

Samson’s face flushed red with excitement when the call got connected. He immediately said ingratiatingly, “Hello, Dr. C? This is Samson Stone from Haven Hospital. I’ve admired you for so long. Would it be possible for me to meet you in person?”

Very quickly, a sweet voice responded from the other end, “Turn around.

Did she tell him to turn around? What did that mean? Suddenly, something felt off.

The voice sounded like it was coming from behind him. Samson, who was still clutching his phone, slowly burned.

Standing there was Celine, holding her phone. She gave him an amused look, ber lashes fluttering as she smiled faintly. “Mr. Stone, congratulations. Now you really know Dr.C Samson froze in place. He gasped, struggling to process what he was seeing

Meanwhile, Celine stood there in a flowing dress, its hem brushing elegantly against her slender ankles. Her serene smile had a hint of mockery, as though she were watching a clown perform tricks for her amusement.

Samson’s legs gave out beneath him. With a loud thud, he dropped to his knees betate her.