Countdown to My Divorce (Rachel and William) novel Chapter 601

When Rachel heard that, her face went pale. She didn’t care about anything else and nodded quickly.

“Okay, okay, fine. You can go. But you have to take care of yourself. The second you start feeling unwell, you come straight back to the hospital.”

Only then did Tyler let it drop. He reached out to pinch her nose.

“If you want me to kiss you, just say so. No need to beat around the bush. Honestly, even if you didn’t say a word, I’d still kiss you.”

Since that wasn’t enough, he even gave her head a gentle pat.

That was when Rachel finally understood why Yale had looked at them so strangely earlier. Tyler really did look like he was teasing a dog.

Yale ended up sneaking Tyler out of the hospital–with his current condition, even if Rachel gave permission, the doctors would never sign off on him leaving.

Once Tyler and Yale were gone, Rachel found herself bored alone in the ward. She was just about to lie back and play a mobile game to pass the time when there was another knock at the door.

She set her phone down with an irritated sigh.

“Come in.”

Seriously, what was with these past couple of days? People were showing up at the hospital like it was

some kind of open house.

She didn’t even bother to think who it might be–probably Thomas or maybe Steven. But when she looked up and saw who it actually was, she froze. They were Yvette and Sasha.

Rachel had no interest in putting on a friendly face for anyone, especially not these two, the same people

who had once tried to ruin her. Her expression turned cold instantly.

“Who told you I was here?”

Yvette put on a fake smile, holding a fruit basket and a bouquet like the perfect picture of a concerned

visitor.

“Come on, Rachel, we’re still sisters. The past is the past. Why hold a grudge?”

She set the basket and flowers on the nightstand.

“Besides, before, we had conflicting interests. Things are different now. We can just be sisters–and

friends.”

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Rachel let out a short, biting laugh, not bothering to hide her disdain. Her eyes on Yvette were pure

contempt.

“Yvette, I don’t want to be friends with you. And you? Being friends with me? You really overestimate yourself. I wouldn’t even want you as a friend. Why on earth would I want you as a sister?”

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