THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 544

Jimmy frowned slightly, taking a long moment before tearing his gaze away. “How could this happen?”

It was just too unbelievable.

She didn’t come…

How could Caitlin not show up?

Jimmy’s emotions twisted in ways he couldn’t quite name.

Norman Wallace glanced over at him. “Told you, man. You were overthinking it. She never saw you that way in the first place.”

Jimmy said nothing, dark frustration clouding his eyes.

But Norman had no intention of letting him off the hook. “Don’t forget, you owe me—handstand hair wash, remember?”

Jimmy: “…”

The sting of miscalculation was bad enough, and Norman just had to rub it in.

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For the past few days, Celia had been diligently taking her medication.

Today was the third day.

Yet despite sticking to the regimen, her symptoms weren’t improving; in fact, they seemed to be getting worse.

Before, she might have had an accident once or twice a day.

Now, since starting the new medicine, that number had jumped to four or five times a day.

It got so bad that Celia had to start wearing adult diapers.

That stung—she used to need them only at night.

Jennifer came in from the hallway, a bowl of medicine in hand and worry written all over her face. “Miss Palmer, your symptoms aren’t getting any better. If anything, they’re worse. Are you sure you want to keep taking this?”

“I am,” Celia nodded, accepting the bowl. “I already called Miss Gonzales. She said it’s normal for things to get worse at first. She told me to stay home as much as possible and just hold out for a bit.”

Celia didn’t understand much about traditional medicine, but she trusted Caitlin. Caitlin wouldn’t lie to her. If Caitlin said to stick with it, then she would.

“Hold out?” Jennifer frowned. “How is that even possible with something like this? Honestly, I think Miss Gonzales is just trying to hurt you! Maybe we misjudged her from the start.”

Jennifer was starting to regret not telling Mrs. Palmer about all this.

“Don’t say that about Miss Gonzales,” Celia said firmly, taking the bowl from Jennifer. “She’s not that kind of person.”

Jennifer sighed. “I hope you’re right, but the facts speak for themselves. I don’t know much about traditional medicine, but I do know that medicine is supposed to make people better, not worse! How does it make sense that your symptoms are only getting worse?”

Traditional and modern medicine might be different, but the basics weren’t that far apart.

If a treatment made things worse from day one, was Celia supposed to just wait for some miracle turnaround?

Hard to believe.

Almost impossible.

Jennifer pressed on, “Miss Palmer, you really shouldn’t trust her anymore. And you shouldn’t keep taking this stuff either. What if things get even worse? I really don’t think Miss Gonzales is who she claims to be.”

“Jennifer! That’s enough!” Celia’s expression hardened, her voice suddenly stern and unfamiliar. “If you keep talking like that about Miss Gonzales, you can find someone else to work for.”

Jennifer froze, stunned.

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