Part 2The End of Our Vows

When I returned to the villa, I realized Hannah Simone, Cassidy's adoptive mother, had been waiting for me for a long time.

The moment she saw me, she came over and asked, "Jeremy, you're finally home.

"You went to the hospital for your checkup today. Did you get the results? You've barely had an appetite these past few days. Are you feeling unwell?"

I lowered my gaze and calmly lied to her.

"Not at all, Hannah.

"The doctor said I only have a digestive problem. I ate a little too much and experienced indigestion. It's nothing serious."

Hannah had always treated me well.

Since I had already made up my mind to get a divorce, there was no reason to make her worry about me.

The concern on Hannah's face faded, but her tone remained gentle.

"Oh, that's good to hear. Your health is the most important thing. I'll have Jessie make you some soup to help with your digestion. Drink some later."

"Thank you, Hannah."

Hannah seemed like she wanted to say something else, but the villa door was pushed open again.

Was it Cassidy?

Hadn't she said she wasn't coming home tonight?

A pair of black leather shoes appeared behind her. A handsome man showed up.

It was Henry.

"Mrs. Simone, Jeremy. Cassidy brought me home for dinner. I hope you won't mind."

The smile on Hannah's face instantly disappeared. She glared at Cassidy.

She could look the other way when Cassidy messed around outside, but bringing other guys back to our place was simply disrespectful to me.

"Cassidy, you–"

I hurried forward and gently tried to calm Hannah down.

"Hannah, the doctor said you shouldn't get upset because of your poor health. It's only a meal. Don't worry about it."

I then turned to face Cassidy and Henry.

I smiled and said, "I don't mind. Jessie, could you please add two more place settings? The food's already prepared. You two can wash your hands and sit down."

Perhaps my reaction was too calm.

Cassidy raised an eyebrow in surprise. It seemed like she couldn't figure out what game I was playing.

At the dinner table, Henry smiled brightly as he repeatedly used the serving spoon to pile Cassidy’s favorite dishes onto her plate. He spoke in a very sweet tone.

"Cassidy, try this. You've been working so hard lately. You need to eat more."

Cassidy didn't refuse.

Instead, she smiled, picked up a piece of deboned fish, and naturally held it up to Henry's mouth.

"Have some of this."

Henry smiled and took the bite directly from her spoon.

Right after their eyes met, he deliberately gave me a look.

Hannah's face turned pale, but in the end, she said nothing. She simply set her spoon down.

"I'm full."

She quickly left.

I didn't look up. I continued eating slowly and calmly.

The doctor had told me that morning that I had early-stage stomach cancer. Fortunately, it had been detected early, and timely treatment could still save me. During this period, I needed to eat properly. Otherwise, by the time of my surgery next week, I might not even be fit to go under the knife.

Cassidy seemed bored by my calm reaction.

After seeing that Hannah had left the table, she giggled and leaned against Henry's chest before deliberately saying, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Don't sleep in the master bedroom tonight.

"Henry and I are going to sleep there.

"You can sleep in the guest room."

Henry let out a chuckle at just the right moment before wrapping his arm tightly around her.

"Oh, Cassidy. Don't say things like that in front of everyone. It's embarrassing."

Only then did I look up.

"Okay."

I stood up and continued speaking.

"I'm done eating. Enjoy your meal."

Sleeping in either the master bedroom or the guest room made no difference to me. I wasn't particular about where I slept.

For a patient, getting enough sleep was more important.

However, an inexplicable anger suddenly flared inside Cassidy. She abruptly pushed Henry away.

She then walked over to me and blocked my path.

She grabbed my wrist and yelled, "Stop right there! Jeremy, what's with that attitude?"