It broke Sandra's heart to see her like this.

She had kept it a secret entirely to spare Claire this exact pain.

But at least she had finally broken free.

Sandra was genuinely thrilled for her future.

"It's over now. You're working with Director Zachariah, and so many more doors are going to open for you!"

"Everything is going to get better."

"Yeah..."

Everything would be fine, as long as she stayed as far away from Felix as possible.

Meanwhile, at The Sovereign Club.

Felix had downed an excessive amount of alcohol.

When the bottles were empty, he flagged down a server for more.

Shawn Selwyn tried to reason with him. "Drinking yourself to death isn't going to change anything. You're the one who signed the papers."

"We just filed the application. The divorce isn't finalized yet."

As long as the final certificate hadn't been printed, she was still his wife.

Shawn shook his head in disbelief. "But in her mind, it's already over. What's the point of dragging this out? Claire is incredible. She's not going to have any shortage of guys lining up for her. By the time you sober up and realize what you've done, it'll be too late."

Felix sat in silence for a long time before muttering with a cold, blank expression, "Whatever."

Shawn let out another heavy sigh.

"You'd better actually believe that, instead of just running your mouth while drowning your sorrows."

Before the waiter could return with more liquor, Felix's phone rang.

The moment he saw the caller ID, his face turned to ice, and he answered immediately.

After listening for barely two seconds, he shot up from the couch and sprinted for the door, completely forgetting his coat.

Shawn chased after him, tossing the jacket over his arm. "What happened?" "Grandma collapsed," Felix threw over his shoulder as he practically flew to his car.

The driver kept the accelerator floored the entire way, rushing back to the Quigley family home in record time.

When Felix burst into the bedroom, he froze. Claire was sitting right beside the bed.

She didn't even glance his way; her entire focus was locked onto the frail woman lying there.

The housekeeper hurried over to give him the report.

"She insisted on going outside to look at the snow this afternoon. She was in her wheelchair, but she said she felt a chill tran inside to grab a blanket, and when came back, she was on the ground."

The housekeeper sobbed, completely wrecked with guilt. "It was only two minutes should have wheeled her back inside with me! I never should have left her alone. This is all my fault."

The crying must have woken Old

didn't

Mrs. Quigley. Her voice was raspy and weak. "It's not your fault. I tried to stand up by myself just e realize how useless my old bones had become."

The blame didn't matter right now; the only thing that mattered was her health.

"My sweet girl, did I scare you? Grandma is fine. Don't worry," she whispered, still trying to comfort Claire despite her own suffering.

Choking back a sob, Claire shook her head. "Don't talk, Grandma. Just rest, okay? I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay right here with you."

"Okay..." The old woman was completely exhausted. She closed her eyes and slipped back into a deep sleep.

She slept for a full twenty-four hours.

And Claire stayed glued to the bedside the entire time.

Her eyes were completely bloodshot from exhaustion.

Knowing she couldn't persuade Claire to leave, the housekeeper looked to Felix for help.

Felix stepped forward and grabbed Claire's arm.

"Don't touch me!" Claire reacted violently, violently yanking her arm away as if he were a plague.

Felix frowned. "If you keep this up, you're going to collapse, too. You need to rest."

"Mind your own business," she spat, still refusing to even look at him.

Finally, having had enough, Felix ignored her protests, scooped her up into his arms, and forcefully carried her out of the room.