Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 117

Aurora stood at the doorway for a long while, Daniel’s number glowing on her phone screen.

She called, but there was no answer.

A hollow smile tugged at her lips. If she’d known she’d need his help, she wouldn’t have been so harsh with her words last time.

Thunder grumbled overhead, the sky heavy and brooding, promising rain.

With no other choice, Aurora turned to leave.

As she stepped away, she nearly walked straight into someone familiar.

“Warner,” she greeted softly.

Warner was carrying a box. He looked surprised to see her, then frowned with concern. “You…”

She had lost weight in just a few days, and the light in her eyes had dimmed.

He asked gently, “Are you feeling alright?”

Aurora explained she was here to pick up medicine for her grandmother. Without hesitating, Warner ushered her inside.

A faint warmth stirred in her chest.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

Inside, Daniel and Mr. Austin were deep in conversation. When they saw Aurora walk in with Warner, Daniel’s gaze flickered down, his expression unreadable.

Aurora explained her reason for coming.

Mr. Austin immediately stood up, asked about Grandma Grace’s condition, and wrote a new prescription. He ordered someone to prepare the medicine for Aurora, reminding her to take good care of her grandmother.

Relief washed over Aurora. She’d worried Mr. Austin might ignore her, but he was unexpectedly kind.

With the medicine in hand, Aurora left.

She didn’t spare Daniel so much as a glance.

Warner walked her to the door. Noting the sky growing darker by the minute, he offered to drive her home.

But holding the medicine, Aurora felt her spirits lift. A smile brightened her face.

“No need—I’ll grab a cab. It won’t take long.”

Warner hesitated, then asked quietly about the divorce papers.

Aurora’s smile was light and easy. “I’ll get them this time.”

She’d said what needed to be said to Daniel. With his pride, she was sure he’d finally make the divorce happen.

Aurora watched the tears fall, unmoved.

There had been a time when she longed for her parents’ affection.

But now? She was long past wishing for family love.

All she felt was bitter amusement.

She asked quietly, “My grandmother’s been in the hospital for weeks now. Have you visited her even once?”

Aside from the day Grandma Grace first arrived in Fairvale, Fiona hadn’t set foot in her hospital room.

Fiona faltered, her voice uneasy. “You know how busy I’ve been.”

Aurora said nothing, her face cool and distant.

The softness on Fiona’s face cracked. Her composure broke, the elegant mask giving way to fury.

“Aurora, I am your mother! Are you really going to stand against me for the sake of some old woman from another generation?”

“She’s the one who raised me,” Aurora replied, voice steady.

Fiona’s lips curled. “And I’m the one who paid for it.”