Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 32

She said coldly, “Why should I be the one to clean up the mess you and Eleanor made?”

She was clearly the biggest victim in all of this.

“Aurora, there’s a limit to how much you can sulk,” Daniel replied, his tone dark and stormy.

He’d rushed straight from a meeting to the press conference, only to find out Aurora had shown up and left again.

Before the event, the Chambers Group had already announced Aurora would be attending. Now, with her no-show, going ahead with the conference would only make things worse.

They had no choice but to cancel.

It was a blow to the Chambers Group.

Daniel spoke again, his voice measured. “There’s never been anything improper between me and Eleanor. You’re imagining things.”

Aurora listened in silence, her fingers curling tighter and tighter in her lap.

“Oh, is that so? Then why do you care what people are saying? Keep being so ‘proper’—no one’s stopping you.”

Daniel pressed his lips into a thin line. He was genuinely angry now.

She’d promised to attend the press conference, then bailed at the last minute.

She was toying with him, and she knew it.

Tension thickened in the hospital room.

Daniel leaned in, his breath cool, eyes glinting with icy contempt. “Aurora, must you be like this?”

Aurora’s fingers clenched tighter. “I’ve told you before—if you want to protect her, take care of her, then let’s get a divorce.”

Once they were divorced, he could do whatever he wanted with Eleanor. She wouldn’t say another word about it.

Daniel gave a cold laugh, his handsome, aristocratic face twisted with scorn. His temper got the better of him.

“If you don’t want to be Mrs. Chambers anymore, then why are you still here? Don’t you know this floor is for the Chambers family only?”

If she no longer considered herself his wife, she had no right to be here.

Aurora stared at him in disbelief, her lips pale and trembling. “So, you’re kicking me out?”

So she ducked into a stairwell, sat on the steps, and hugged her knees.

Her chest ached with a dull, heavy pain. She just wanted to be alone. She turned off her phone and shut out the world.

Back in the hospital room, Daniel stood for a few minutes, face hard as stone, before heading out.

A nurse came in, pushing a cart for Aurora’s follow-up treatment.

“Mr. Chambers—wait, where’s Mrs. Chambers?” The nurse’s eyes widened in alarm.

Daniel glanced at the little cart, something uneasy stirring in his gut. He finally asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

Only then did it dawn on him—maybe Aurora hadn’t come to the hospital to avoid the press conference. Maybe she was actually unwell.

The nurse replied anxiously, “Her ankle was severely injured—again. The doctor said she shouldn’t be on her feet at all. She needs to rest, or she might never walk properly again. Why won’t she listen?”

Images flashed through Daniel’s mind—Aurora struggling out of bed, moving slowly, obviously in pain.

He’d thought she was stalling, waiting for him to ask her to stay...