Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

"You should sleep a little more, Mrs. Carlson," the nurse said while she stopped the food cart near the bed. "Also, please don't move too much, the bandage on your face might accidentally slip in your mouth, it'd be difficult for you to eat."

She served the food on the table beside the bed and murmured, "You went through so much last night. It must've been hard."

"Nurse, where's my family?" Chelsea asked.

The nurse paused for a moment, and Chelsea could see a trace of pity in her eyes.

"Did none of you inform them about the attack I got last night?"

"The cops already informed your husband, Ma'am," the young nurse replied. "But he didn't pick up the phone."

"How about my mother?"

"Your mother picked up the phone and panicked when she heard the news. But she can't leave the house because she said she was not feeling well, so she just told us to do whatever we can to save you…."

The nurse's heart was writhing in pain as she sympathized with this poor woman. She didn't know what had happened to her, because she was still shocked when the cops found her.

But the scar was so hideous and deliberate it must be some form of planned hate attack.

"We called your mother and husband again. Your husband is still not picking up, but your mother said that she can't come because she's tired."

"Tired? That's all?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the nurse replied.

…

Chelsea should've realized that her mother wouldn't have any pity for her. She wasn't the type of loving mother to her and Chloe.

She took Chloe's side more than hers because Chloe was dating Vincent back then, and she was even happier when they married, thinking she didn't need to work anymore.

So she did. She lived off with Vincent's money and was very happy about it… until Chloe left Vincent, of course.

'I should have expected as much…' Chelsea thought. She had nobody to rely on other than herself. She had a deadbeat husband who did nothing but ask for more money and a heartless mother who didn't care about her until the monthly payday.

She still didn't dare to check on her face because she knew she would probably leave heartbroken.

There were many things weighing her mind and heart right now, but she still had something more important to take care of.

"Nurse, about the payment… how much do I need to pay after I get discharged?" Chelsea asked.

She had no healthcare insurance because she had her house bill to pay. She thought she wouldn't need to be hospitalized since she had never had any serious illness.

But now she wanted to curse at herself for not having any insurance because this hospital bill would definitely ruin her financially.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that, Mrs. Carlson," the nurse smiled. This time, she looked happy because at least this poor woman didn't need to worry about the hospital bill. "Someone already took care of it."

Chelsea frowned, "Someone? Who?"

"Mr. Vincent Gray!" the young nurse replied. Her face got brighter as she mentioned that dreamy man. "Ma'am, I didn't know that you're related to Mr. Vincent Gray. Are you his relative or some sort?"

Chelsea's eyes widened.

Out of all people, Vincent Gray was the one who helped her when she was at her lowest.

"D—Did he come to check on me?" Chelsea asked nervously. She was both happy and scared at the same time. After all, her face was ruined, and she didn't want Vincent to look at her hideous face.

"Oh not yet, Ma'am. But he called the hospital in the morning. He asked us about your condition, and told us to give you the best treatment and also the best room we have so you will be considered as a VIP patient. He already paid everything upfront, you don't need to worry about the bill."

The nurse marveled about Vincent Gray. That billionaire was still the most popular in the country. Every woman wanted to marry him. Even though he already said plenty of times that he had a wife and a child, he never published them for privacy reasons.

"You're so lucky, Ma'am," the nurse said with a joyful smile. "He asked us about your room, and said that he will come in the afternoon."

The nurse winked at Chelsea, still stunned by the information, and said, "Ma'am, I can't pry about your personal life. But if you happen to be related to Mr. Vincent Gray, could you get me an autograph or a picture? He's just so kind, handsome, and ugh… perfect!"

The nurse was also quite relieved with this news. Since she thought that Chelsea and Vincent were related somehow, it wouldn't be hard for her to get plastic surgery to fix her hideous scar later.

The nurse arranged the food on a small table on the bed and propped Chelsea's bed up until she could sit and have her lunch.

"Do you need me to feed you, Ma'am?" the nurse offered.

"I can do it myself," Chelsea replied.

"Okay, please eat slowly so the bandage won't get messy. You can press the green button if you need me for anything," the nurse pointed at the green button on the hospital bed before she left.

Chelsea was left alone once more, but she didn't feel sad this time.

In fact, she felt so happy after getting the news that Vincent was the one who took care of her.

"He paid my hospital bill upfront, gave me the best treatment here, and said that he will visit me…."

Chelsea always thought that Vincent didn't care about her. All in his mind was just Chloe. He helped her family because of Chloe.

Chloe. Chloe, and Chloe.

Everything he did was because he was in love with Chloe.

But this time…

"There's no way he did this because of Chloe. She already left, Vincent doesn't need to do so much for me, right?"