When I Flash-Married a Billionaire, My Ex Went on a Hunger Strike novel Chapter 69

Adora had just reached the door when Eugene’s dramatic rambling stopped her in her tracks.

She turned back with a mocking smile.

“Your uncle can cure HIV now? Why hasn’t he picked up his Nobel Prize in Medicine? And where did you get the idea that I was planning something reckless?

“You and Ruby haven’t gotten what you deserve yet, so why would I die before that happens?”

Eugene looked helpless. “Adora, you’ve really misunderstood Ruby. What do I have to say to make you believe us?”

Adora let out a weak laugh. “If I told you I never had HIV, never gave birth to a mentally disabled child, would you even believe me?”

“That’s impossible! The police report said…” Eugene insisted, sounding completely convinced.

Adora’s expression shifted. “The police told you that themselves?”

“No… no, it was Mr. and Mrs. Matthews. They went to the station, saw it in some file. It said you were trafficked, gave birth to some old man’s kid in that town, and the baby had defects and HIV too.”

As he spoke, his eyes flicked to her with wariness again. “If your kid had HIV, it obviously came from you.”

The more Adora listened, the more off it all sounded.

“Did they even confirm that with the police?”

“I don’t know,” Eugene muttered. “Ruby said she saw it clearly. It had your name.”

“Ruby said that?”

Everything suddenly made sense.

Ruby must’ve mixed it up, or more likely, twisted the story on purpose.

“She did. She was devastated when she found out what happened to you. She blamed herself for everything, went into a depression for weeks. She just felt guilty.”

Adora’s cold smile deepened. “You know, a brain’s a useful thing. It’s a real shame that neither of you has one.”

With that, she was done talking.

She turned and walked out.

Her car was still at the supermarket, so she called a ride to go pick it up.

“I know. If you weren’t busy with exams these past two days, I would’ve reached out already.”

“You still should’ve said something! I could’ve at least dropped by at night with food or taken you to a doctor.”

Speaking of doctors, Laura’s tone grew serious. “Those cramps of yours aren’t normal. Once your cycle’s over, you really need to book an appointment with a specialist.”

Adora nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too.”

Still, she had no idea which hospital had a good gynecology department.

She probably could ask the White-Coat Deity for recommendation.

His medical skills were top-tier, and his network was extensive.

Since her best friend wasn’t feeling great, Laura didn’t keep her chatting too long.

After dinner, the two went their separate ways.

On the drive home, Adora’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with her group chat’s notifications.