Lawyer With Spoilers: Saving My Sister, Dooming Him

The diagnosis was nothing more than a cheap tool Darren used to control Eliana and to silence all questioning voices.

Seeing that I still hadn't responded, his fingers moved slightly as he pushed a blank check to the center of the table. The amount line was empty; only his bold signature sat in the lower right corner.

"Ms. Norris, I know you have your own principles in this industry. You're not short on clients or money."

His tone remained gentle, but his gaze slowly hardened with unconcealed pressure.

"But she's my wife. I can't let her use her illness to disturb others. Consider this a consultation fee and a small token of my appreciation. I'd appreciate it if you stopped indulging her in this pointless game of divorce."

The comments from the chat continued scrolling.

"As expected of the richest man around—just throwing around blank checks like that. Why doesn't that kind of wealth ever find me?"

"This throwaway character really does accept it, which is why when she finds out the FMC dies later, she ends up killing herself from guilt!"

I lifted my eyes to meet Darren, my gaze calm and resolute, without the slightest hint of backing down.

"Mr. Carney, first of all, Ms. Eliana Fraser is mentally sound. She's fully capable of expressing her own wishes and is legally competent to do so. She's not the incompetent person you're describing."

I paused, lightly tapping my fingers against the table as my tone sharpened.

"Secondly, she has formally retained me for her divorce case. As of now, I'm her attorney. I'm responsible only to my client. I can't accept your check, nor do I recognize this medical diagnosis."

The smile on Darren's face didn't change in the slightest, but the temperature around him seemed to plummet sharply, and the air in the entire conference room seemed to freeze.

He spoke slowly, each word laced with undisguised threat.

"Ms. Norris, do you realize who you're refusing?"

I didn't respond. I just turned around and walked straight out of the conference room. I hurried back to the consultation room and knocked three times in the previously agreed-upon rhythm.

There was a brief silence inside. Then came the soft click of the door being unlocked.

Eliana poked her head out, her face still deathly pale. Only when she saw it was me did she let out a long breath of relief, quickly pulling me inside and locking the door again.

"How did it go? He… He came looking for me, didn't he?" she asked, her voice trembling.

In fact, her whole body was shaking as she clutched Zoey tightly.

I nodded. I quickly summarized what had happened, not hiding anything.

After listening, she forced a bleak smile onto her lips, her eyes filled with despair.

"I knew he'd do this. He's always been like this. Whenever I don't obey him, he calls me crazy and makes sure no one believes me."

She sniffled, wiping away her tears, but her gaze turned exceptionally determined.

"Ms. Norris, I don't want anything. The house, the money, all his assets—I can give it all up. I just want a divorce and custody of Zoey. I can sign the agreement right now."

The comments floated by.

"Classic angsty line. Screenshotting this!"

"The FMC is honestly so naive. But it's exactly that innocence that makes the MMC so insane and obsessed over her."

Respecting her decision, I immediately opened my laptop and drafted a very simple divorce agreement as fast as possible. There was no property division or dispute of financial compensation. It only stated that both parties voluntarily agreed to divorce, and the wife would get full custody of the child while also voluntarily relinquishing all marital assets.

After printing it out, I explained each clause to her, making sure she fully understood every word.

But she barely looked at it. She just grabbed the pen and signed her name on the line, as if she feared she'd lose her chance if she took too long.

The ink hadn't even dried yet when a deafening crash reverberated through the room.

Darren had kicked the thick, solid-wood door open from the outside.

The gentle, affectionate mask he had worn earlier was now completely torn away, replaced by a bone-chilling hostility. His eyes were dark and terrifying.