My sister, Emma Thompson, and I married two brothers of the Wellington family on the same day. She married the older brother, who was a rescue team member, Oliver Wellington, and I married the younger brother, who was the best doctor in cardiology, Edward Wellington. In the seventh year of our marriage, Emma and I were in a car accident on our way back from the welfare institution with my son, Triton Wellington. Triton had a congenital heart disease. The doctor said there would be a better chance of success if Edward operated Triton. I called him frantically. But when I finally got through, he said to me impatiently, “Chloe sprained her ankle. I’m asking for leave to take care of it for her. Do you really need to check on me all the time?” Before I could say anything, Edward just hung up the phone. The call could no longer be connected then. The eight-month-pregnant Emma, sitting in the back seat, was hit hard while protecting Triton. Blood was constantly flowing from her lower body. Emma immediately called Oliver. But Oliver angrily scolded her, “You’re pregnant. Why aren’t you at home but messing around with Rachel? Is it such a coincidence? Chloe got injured, and you both got into a car accident together? You are liars!” With that, Oliver also hung up the phone angrily. The heavy rain caused mudslides in the mountains and traffic jams. Ambulances could not get in, delaying the best time for our treatment. That day, Emma had heavy bleeding and induced labor, while Triton died on the operating table despite failed rescue efforts. After completing Triton’s cremation procedures, I sent a message to Edward asking him to find time to come back and get a divorce. I hadn’t been able to reach him yesterday, but he called me within a minute of receiving the message. I answered the phone, and Edward yelled at me angrily, “Rachel, did you get kicked in the head? Why do you want a divorce? Our child is already 5 years old. “Do you want to divorce me just because I didn’t go home yesterday? You are too ridiculous! I told you that it rained heavily yesterday, and Chloe sprained her ankle. I went to her house to treat it. Besides, Oliver was there, too. What are you doubting? “You know Chloe has depression. Her family has been kind to me. My parents asked us to take care of her. Why can’t you be more considerate? “You’ve been asking me to spend more time with Triton. Doesn’t divorce hurt Triton psychologically? Don’t use Triton as an excuse ever again. I performed his heart surgery, and he recovered very well. He won’t have a heart attack.” Before I could say anything, Edward hung up the phone. I gripped my cell phone and gritted my teeth tightly in anger! Edward and I had been in love for 3 years and married for 7 years. I had taken good care of Triton until he was 5 years old. But I didn’t expect that I would miss the chance to save Triton because Edward’s childhood friend sprained her ankle! Chloe had posted on Instagram yesterday morning saying she was going out for a picnic. How come she suddenly sprained her ankle at home? Chloe’s tricks were endless, but Edward always dropped everything to find her. I had suddenly developed acute gastroenteritis in the late-night last month, and Edward clearly promised to take me to the hospital. But just as we got in the car, Edward received a message from Chloe saying that she was drunk and asked him to pick her up. Edward kicked me out of the car without saying a word. Before I could say anything, he just drove away. Thinking about how miserable I looked yesterday, sitting on the ground outside the emergency room with my injured legs, I was furious. Yesterday was the day of my routine trip to the rural welfare institution. Triton had insisted on going with me early in the morning. I couldn’t persuade him. But he would be bored if he stayed alone in the back seat for too long, so Emma agreed to go with us. A sudden rainstorm in Reviton in the afternoon affected my vision. When the truck came flying over, I held the steering wheel tightly but still couldn’t escape the fate of being hit. Emma tried her best to protect Triton, but she suffered abdominal pain and bleeding due to the violent collision. Triton covered his chest, his face pale and weak as he shouted to me, “Mom, it hurts.” My legs were stuck, and I couldn’t move. I could only stretch out my hands and keep calling Triton’s name. “Triton, don’t be afraid. I’m here.” Triton had a congenital heart disease, and Edward was the top surgeon in the cardiology department of Reviton Central Hospital. I called him frantically, but he hung up many times and sent me a message: [I’m on a medical trip and very busy.] I looked at Triton, who was about to faint in the back seat and mustered up the courage to continue calling him. After finally getting through, I quickly said, “Honey, Emma, Triton, and I were in a car accident on the way home from the welfare institution. Can you come and save us? Triton is almost unconscious…” I endured the pain in my legs and shouted at the phone as loud as I could. But the person on the other end of the line was stunned for a few seconds without replying. Then, he said to me impatiently, “Chloe sprained her ankle, and it’s raining heavily outside. I asked for leave to treat it for her. Do you really need to check on me all the time? “It is the doctor’s duty to save the dying and the wounded. Now is working time. Please don’t disturb me!” When Edward was speaking, I could hear Chloe hissing beside him. Before I could say anything, he hung up the phone. Edward was an expert in cardiology. Why would he go out to treat Chloe’s ankle injury? With my soft calls, Triton gradually fell into a coma. The heavy rain caused mudslides in the mountains and traffic jams. The ambulance called us and asked us to wait patiently. Emma, in the back seat, held her stomach and endured the pain. She sent a voice message to curse, “Edward, you are a piece of shit! You are doing shady things under the name of a doctor! You deserve to be hit to death!” Then, Emma immediately called Oliver. But after she said the same thing as me, Oliver angrily said, “You’re pregnant. Why aren’t you at home but messing around with Rachel? Is it such a coincidence? Chloe got injured, and you both got into a car accident together? You are liars! Go home and rest as soon as possible! “Also, I’m with Edward. Please be more polite to him next time!” With that, Oliver also hung up the phone angrily. Oliver was the captain of the rescue team. Emma instinctively wanted him to teach her some knowledge on how to save herself. But she was unable to contact him until the ambulance arrived.
I sat by the bed, waiting for Emma to wake up from the anesthesia. Looking at her pale lips, I felt self-blame. After Emma woke up, she looked at my arm with blue spots from the blood transfusion. Her eyes turned red, and she started crying. I told her that Triton had passed away after failed rescue efforts. Emma touched her flat belly and cried until her body shook. I hugged her tightly and said, “I’m sorry, Emma. I shouldn’t have asked you to go with me.” Emma had finally had her first child after seven years of marriage. In order to have a child, Emma had sought out many famous doctors to treat her body. She was even hospitalized for three months in the early stages of her pregnancy due to severe vomiting. I felt sorry for her, and she felt sorry for me, too. Emma shook her head and said to me, “It’s my fault. If I hadn’t agreed to go with Triton, it wouldn’t have happened. Triton is still so young…” At this time, Oliver called and asked, “The nanny said you didn’t go home all night. What did I tell you yesterday? Don’t you know what your condition is? “Tell Rachel to stop using the excuse of being injured to trick Edward into going home. Chloe had a depression attack yesterday, and Edward and I took care of her all night. We will be back soon. Go home, and make me some fruit. I’m so tired. “Don’t get involved in Rachel’s affairs all the time. She’s even clamoring to divorce Edward. It’s really funny. Does she dare to divorce?” Without waiting for Emma to speak, Oliver hung up the phone again. She stared at the group photo taken during her pregnancy on her phone and once again shed tears. I quickly comforted Emma. “You just had surgery. You can’t be too excited. Take a good rest.” Emma hugged my waist tightly and said, “I’m so tired. I want a divorce, too.” For a moment, we hugged each other and cried. Our emotions that had been suppressed for a long time ultimately burst out now. We used to think that it was a perfect thing for sisters to marry two brothers. But now, we were both hurt. During lunch, Chloe posted a photo on Instagram that showed them having dinner at a terrace restaurant and her tightly bandaged ankle. It was with the caption: [Childhood friends are always no match for the newcomers. But I think I should be an exception.] I handed my phone to Emma. She smiled bitterly, “The newcomers are always no match for childhood friends.” I silently gave Chloe a like and commented: [The relationship between you three is really enviable.] When I refreshed the page again, I found that Chloe had blocked me. Then, Edward called me. He asked angrily, “Rachel, what’s wrong with you? Your comment scared Chloe so much that she started crying without even eating.” Chloe’s choked voice came from the other end of the phone. “Edward, don’t blame Rachel. It was me who made her misunderstand.” Then, Chloe explained, “Rachel, I’m sorry. They saw that I was hurt and felt sorry for me, so they took me out to eat something delicious. Please don’t misunderstand.” I snorted, “I don’t misunderstand you. You can play for a few more days.” Hearing this, Chloe said to Edward tenderly, “Edward, Rachel seems angry.” With that, Edward replied impatiently, “She is insane. Ignore her.” He then just hung up the phone.
After Chloe blocked me, Emma saw her posts on Twitter. During the past few years, Chloe accumulated more than one hundred thousand followers by posting daily posts. Chloe showed off her injured ankle and a floor full of luxury gifts. One of the bracelets had been bought by Edward at an auction for a large sum of money half a month ago. It was a work by a designer I liked very much. I had always thought Edward bought it for me as an anniversary gift. I contacted my firm’s attorney and asked him to draw up two divorce agreements for us. After getting married, Emma quit her job and became a part-time writer. I pursued my dream and became an advertising planner. Edward had suggested several times that I quit my job and go home. At this point, I suddenly realized how important it was to have my career. The following day, I asked someone to deliver two divorce agreements to Edward and Oliver. Emma and I waited until the evening but never received a call from them. It only took a moment for us to feel heartbroken, as the person who sent the agreements for me had clearly told me that they accepted it themselves. Since they didn’t contact us, I had to contact them as our representative. I had called Edward three times before he got through. Edward scolded me on the other end of the phone, “If you have a brain problem, Rachel, go get treatment. You had a car accident the day before yesterday, and you sent me a divorce agreement today. Are you going to tell me you’re dead next? “Why do you have so many tricks every day? “I’m busy. I have many surgeries to perform every day. I don’t have time to play these childish games of anger and apology with you.” Before he finished speaking, my heart sank to the bottom of the ice. He was a doctor at the Reviton Central Hospital. If he trusted me once, he would check the file and know whether the car accident was true or not. Just as I was about to talk about signing, I heard Chloe’s sweet voice. “Edward, it’s my turn. I need to change the dressing on my foot.” Edward was a cardiologist. But Chloe actually made an appointment with him just to change the medicine. I sneered, “Change her medicine, and sign the papers. Let’s go through the divorce procedures.” I was just about to hang up when Edward got annoyed and yelled, “I’ll be home early tonight so we can have a good chat. Chloe asked someone to buy Triton his favorite limited edition Lego toys. I’ll bring them to him.” But then, Chloe said unhappily, “Edward, didn’t we agree to eat at that restaurant together after getting off work…” Before Chloe could finish, Edward hung up the phone. That night, I didn’t go home, and Edward didn’t call me. I had stayed with Emma in the hospital for a whole week. When Emma took a nap in the afternoon, I would go to the cemetery to see Triton. Triton liked sunflowers the most, and I bought him a bunch every day. In the evening, Emma felt better. We went downstairs for a walk together. We happened to run into Chloe, walking towards the cardiology department, carrying a lot of bags. We didn’t want to greet her, but Edward bumped into us. Emma was standing behind me. When Edward saw me, he angrily scolded me, “Rachel, how dare you come directly to my workplace to find me?” Chloe glanced at me and quickly said, “You haven’t been home for a week. Rachel is worried about you. Don’t be angry, Edward.” I sneered, “So you haven’t been home for a week.” Hearing my words, Edward became even angrier. “Rachel, I don’t want to go home because you’re insane. You sent the divorce agreement to my department. My colleagues all saw it.” I was so angry that I couldn’t say anything. Emma patted me gently from behind and said, “Edward, you are going too far.” At this time, Oliver said from behind, “What’s going on? You two disappeared for a week, and you finally couldn’t help but come to quarrel today.” Emma and I turned around at the same time. Oliver pointed at Emma with a surprised look and asked, “Where’s the baby?” Just then, Edward looked at me and asked in panic, “Did you really…”
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