Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 245

Audrey's POV

| stared at Blake's bleeding palm, the deep cut making my stomach twist.

| caught Nora’s eye and gave her a quick nod. She understood immediately and slipped away through the crowd.

“You must be hurting,” | said quietly.

Five years ago, when | cared for Blake, | discovered one of his secret weaknesses: he hated pain. The man who

seemed untouchable to the world would flinch at the smallest needle. Yet here he was, bleeding from a knife

wound he’d taken

for me.

Rebecca's voice cut through my thoughts.

“What is wrong with you?” she snapped, pointing at my face. Tonight is Blake and Laurel’s engagement party.

You're Blake's ex-wife, already thrown out of the Parker family, yet you show up here?”

“You had to provoke Thalia into attacking you, which caused Blake to get hurt!” Rebecca continued.

She turned to Blake. “And you! What were you thinking?”

“Tonight is your engagement with Laurel! Why would you hurt yourself for this nobody?” Her voice cracked. ‘Do

you know how long Laurel has been looking forward to tonight?”

She threw up her hands. “You've ruined everything! What is Laurel supposed to do now?”

On cue, Laurel, tears in her eyes, grabbed Blake's good arm, staring

“Blake darling,” she whimpered, “I don’t care if the party’s ruined...”

She looked up at him. “I only care about you.”

at

his bleeding hand.

| watched her tears fall, perfectly timed. She was good, | had to admit.

“Your hand... there won't be permanent damage, will there?” Laurel asked, her voice shaking. “This is your right

hand - you need it for everything.”

Her sobs grew louder. “If something happened to you at our engagement, I'd never forgive myself!”

Blake sighed and patted Laurel's shoulder with his good hand.

“The engagement isn’t canceled,” he said quietly. “It’s just a small cut.

He met her eyes. “I'll keep my promises to you.”

Laurel threw herself against him.

“Blake darling...” she cried into his chest. “You were trying to stop Thalia from making a terrible mistake...

She pulled back. “But the price was too high. You're the best brother...”

Blake just responded with a flat “Mmm.*“/

He didn’t explain why he’d jumped betweenand that knife. His silence was agreement enough.

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So that’s it, | thought. Blake had only tried to keep his sister from committing a crime. For a moment, I'd foolishly

thought he might still care

about me.

Nora returned with a first aid kit and handed it towordlessly.

| looked at the scene - Laurel clinging to Blake, crying tically while his hand still dripped blood. It was

absurd. Everyone was admiring the perfect couple” while no one bothered to treat his wound.

I walked over and handed the kit to Olivia,

“If his wound isn’t treated soon, there really

y won't be an engagemen

said pointedly.

My words broke the spell. Suddenly everyone remembered Blake was

Laurel grabbed the kit and pulled Blake to a chair. Olivia and Rebecca helped Thalia up. The crowd's attention

shifted, following the Parker family’s movements.

From where | stood, | could see white bone in Blake's wound. Thalia had put her full strength behind that knife.

If not for Blake, | might not even have my two months left.

Even if he'd only acted to protect Thalia, he had saved my life.

Astrid appeared beside me, tugging my sleeve.

“Mr. Parker says it's tto go,” she whispered. “Everything's ready at both the airport and garage.”

She glanced toward the commotion. “With Blake hurt, everyone's distracted. This is our chance.

| looked toward William, who was sitting across the ballroom and, catching my eye, gave a slight wave with a

warm smile, clearly signalingto leave.

| bit my lip and took one last look at Blake. He sat pale-faced as Laurel pressed against him, tending his wound.

She was so close that if he lowered his head, he could've kissed her forehead.

People snapped photos, capturing their moment.

| turned to Rachel, still in her wheelchair. Though her face remained blank, her eyes were fixed on Blake and

Laurel with tears glistening in them.

| leaned close to her ear. “Rachel, let's go.”

With Nora and Astrid flanking us, | pushed Rachel's wheelchair toward the service elevator.

We'd barely made it into the hallway when | almost ran into Ethan in a waiter’s uniform.

“What are you doing here?” | asked, completely surprised.

Without a word, Ethan took the wheelchair fromand started pushing Rachel toward the elevator.

“Astrid toldabout your plan,” he explained. “I know once you leave, | might never see you again.”

He gavea sad smile. “So | wanted to see you off and help. Don’t forget you're sick too. A sick person helping

another sick person escape won't get far.”

He hit the down button. “But withhelping, it’s different. | can take care of your friend.”

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He grinned. I've worked as a caregiver before. I've got experience!

| tried keeping up with Ethan's pace, but my body wouldn't cooperate. Maybe confronting Thalia had drained me

more than | thought. Each step felt heavier than the last.

Despite pushing myself until | was breathless, the gap between us kept growing. My legs felt like lead, and

dizziness set in.

Ethan noticed immediately. He stopped

wheelchair and rushed back to support me.

“Audrey, what's wrong?” His arm went around my waist, steadying me.

| leaned against him, struggling to breathe. “I don’t think | have much strength left.”

| admitted, ‘You were right. Without you, | couldn’t have gotten Rachel out on my own.”

Ethan looked down at my pale face, worried.

“Audrey,” he said softly, “your health is already this bad. Are you sure you still want to take your friend with

you?”

| managed a nod while fighting to catch my breath. “I'm fine.”

“Just got worked up with Thalia,” | added, trying to sound casual. “Once we're in the car, I'll rest.”

Deep down, | knew better. A normal person wouldn't be this wrecked from a simple argument. The fact that |

could barely function showed how much my body had deteriorated - | wasn’t even half the person | used to be.

But this only mademore determined. | had to get Rachel away from the Rose family while I could still move.

| bit my lip and forced my legs forward toward the elevator. Sweat plastered my hair to my forehead as |

struggled not to show Ethan how bad

it really was.

He wasn’t fooled.

“Lethelp,” he said simply.

Before | could say anything, he pickedup and headed for

the

elevator.

| gasped at the sudden lift, automatically grabbing his neck for support. “Ethan -

“You're too slow,” he cutoff.

After carryinginto the elevator, he setdown and wheeled Rachel in beside us.

“If they figure out what we're doing, you'll never get out,” he said, hitting the close button. “So stop arguing. I'm

strong enough for both of

you.”

He was right. At my pace, we'd have been caught before reaching the parking garage.

As the doors closed, | let out a weak laugh. “Thanks.”

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