After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1132 Weak Makeup, Acting to the End In the hospital room, Mavis helped Moore adjust his pillow and prop it up so he could barely sit up with legs that were completely powerless. Moore's gaze never left her face, his eyes filled with obsession and passion.

"Mavis, if NIB really finds out that Anthony is the mastermind behind all this, would you divorce him?" "lI would," she answered firmly. "But there's a child between us that can never be severed." Even if they divorced and Alistair's custody was given to her, Anthony still needed to pay child support every month - even though she felt capable of raising their son on her own.

Moore frowned in utter disappointment. "If only you two didn't have a child." Mavis remained silent.

Alistair was a child she had begged for by accidently buying inferior birth control pills. He was everything to her now; she could live without a husband but not without her son.

Knock knock knock - Suddenly urgent knocking sounded from outside the door followed by Kane's anxious voice.

"Mrs. Callahan, Mr. Callahan's wound seems to have worsened. Although it didn't puncture his heart directly, it probably injured blood vessels around his heart causing him to suffer from myocardial infarction. You need to csee him quickly." "What!" Mavis immediately stood up and headed towards the door.

"Mavis! Don't go!" Moore wanted to stop her but couldn't move at all due to numb hands.

"Don't worry," Mavis turned back before leaving through the door. "I'll just go take a look upstairs and call Raymond over while I'm at it. Tell him what you want for breakfast." "Mavis..." Before he could shout any more words out loud, Mavis had already disappeared outside of the room door.

Upstairs in front of the VIP ward, the Callahan family bodyguards were guarding while medical staffs including doctors and Zack were inside.

An attractive nurse was quickly applying whitening powder on Anthony's face and doing makeup. Zack gave thumbs-up when asked whether Anthony looked weak enough or not. Everyone agreed with Mr. Callahan's various tricks.

Outside the ward, the Callahan family bodyguards coughed twice together. "Hello Mrs. Callahan!" Their respectful voices echoed loudly. It scared both Mavis herself as well as everyone else inside. A group of people hurriedly cleaned up the "battlefield"of make-up.

When the guards opened the hospital room door for Mavis to enter, she saw a man lying unconscious on the bed right away.

The bandage on his chest was stained with blood, as if the wound had reopened. Anthony's face was pale, even though he was still unconscious, and his forehead was covered in tiny beads of sweat.

Three or four doctors in white coats surrounded him like they were consulting. Mavis hurried over and asked in a low voice, "How is he doing?" The lead doctor sighed deeply. "It's hard to say." Why? Did his condition suddenly worsen? Another doctor said, "Mr. Callahan has been emotionally troubled for a long time. It's a heart problem." Mavis was confused.

In this day and age, why talk about emotional problems instead of medical technology? "You spend every day with Mr. Callahan," the head doctor continued. "You should know what caused his heart problem. Couples need to communicate regularly and calmly with each other. After all, Mr. Callahan's injury is too close to the heart. If it triggers diseases like myocarditis, that would be bad." Mavis nodded her head downcastly. "He is the patient. | will follow him." Several doctors wrote something on their medical records and left one by one before saying goodbye, "But you don't have to worry too much. We've already given him medication so Mr. Callahan should wake up soon." "Okay." She turned her head to look at Kane beside her and said politely, "Kane, please escort them out." Kane nodded obediently and escorted all the medical staff out.

Soon there were only "unconscious" Anthony, Zack and Mavis left in the ward.

Mavis looked at Zack curiously, "Why did you suddenly cover?" Zack smiled awkwardly, "I originally wanted to report swork situation to Mr. Callahan but unexpectedly saw that he fainted so | guess my work can't be done temporarily." He quickly ran away without disturbing their private tas husband-and-wife. "Mrs. Callahan, thank you for accompanying him for so long. | still have work, I'll leave first." "Hey, you wait." Mavis wanted to call him back but she didn't expect him run faster than rabbits without looking back.

The ward becquiet again instantly.

Helplessly, Mavis sat down beside the bed where she could see clearly under ceiling lights shining above. Anthony's forehead sweat drops were very obvious under such lightings. Mavis thought about it then decided wipe off ssweat from his face using wet wipes.

As soon as she touched that pale handsface with wet wipes, Anthony woke up, and even held onto her hand which prepared wiping off sweats for himself.

"You're here." He lay there weakly, his beautiful blue eyes looking tired and his long lashes casting shadows on his face. Even when he was sick, he still looked handswith a refined and delicate face.

"How's Moore doing?" "He's been seriously injured, so it's unlikely that he'll show any significant improvement in the short term," Mavis sighed. "He's not in a very good mood after suddenly being hit like this. He has been feeling down." Anthony didn't react much to what she said. He only asked about Moore as a formality and didn't want to hear everything about him from Mavis.

In a low voice, Anthony changed the subject, "Have you had breakfast? I'll have Kane go to the five-star hotel next door later to get scongee for us to eat together." Thinking about the doctor's words about heart issues and Moore's injuries, every the pleaded his innocence, Mavis rarely didn't refuse, nodding her head instead.

A slight smile tugged at the corners of Anthony's lips, a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes.

Mavis glanced at the sweat on his forehead, wanting to help him wipe it off, but he held onto her hand and wouldn't let go.

"Did you stay up all night taking care of Moore? You must be very tired. Don't take care ofanymore. | can handle myself." Don't rub off all my whitening powder! Mavis ate breakfast with Anthony in the VIP ward room where they were staying together.

The five-star chef's cooking skills were indeed excellent. Mavis couldn't help but eat two more pieces of steamed cake than usual.

There was sresidue left on her lips which caught Anthony's attention immediately as he quickly handed over tissues patiently wiping them away for her.

As she stared at him incredulously while being wiped by him, she felt an illusion that today's Anthony was particularly considerate towards her without any coldness in his eyes like before - gentle enough to melt one's heart! Did someone spike his drink? Ignoring how stunned she looked, Anthony focused on wiping away every last bit from her lips before touching her cheek gently checking out how well-rested she seemed, "Your eyes are dark circles under them now. Did you not sleep well? Do you want to sleep here for a while?" The bed in VIP ward room was large enough for two people comfortably sleeping side by side.

But Mavis shook her head decisively, "No need. | just cup here to see how you're doing. If you're okay then I'll leave now." She still needed to find Moore while he himself looked like a ghost due weakness and couldn't even keep hold onto her around him?!