Chapter 20
The news of Angelo’s critical condition came on the third day of Priscilla’s presence at the international court.
At that time, she had just finished a seven–hour debate, fighting for a huge compensation for fishermen affected by pollution from multinational companies.
As I walked out of the courtroom, my assistant hurriedly handed me my phone with a short message on the screen.
“Mr. Haley’s old injury got infected, and the doctor issued a critical condition notice.”
Priscilla’s steps paused for a moment, but quickly resumed. She locked her phone screen and calmly instructed her assistant to arrange the return flight.
Until late at night, she received the letter in the hotel room.
The envelope was plain white, but the handwriting was so familiar it hurt my eyes. I stared at the signature for a long time before slowly opening it.
The letter was very short.
“I’ve won countless cases in my life, but I only lost you.”
The pen is still sharp, just the ink is much lighter than before, like the person writing has lost some strength.
Priscilla stared at those lines, suddenly remembered a night many years ago.
Back then they weren’t divorced yet. She stayed up late to organize files for him, and prepared hot coffee and midnight snacks for him.
Two people stood facing each other, and there was a moment of silence in the study. She looked at the file on the table, and caught a glimpse of the dark blue in Angelo’s eyes.
The case was tricky, and he had been working on it for three days.
“Do you think we can win this time?” she asked softly.
He chuckled softly, his voice filled with her familiar confidence, “When have I ever lost?”
Yeah, when did he ever lose?
She looked at confident Angelo and thought, “I could just take care of him for the rest of my life.”
But later on, things changed.
They still took that step.
She closed her eyes, folded the letter in half, then in half again, and then fed it into the shredder.
With the buzzing of the machine in the background, the assistant walked in and reminded her that the press conference was about to start.
Priscilla stood up, adjusted her suit collar, and walked towards the stage under the spotlight.
I didn’t look back again.
Chapter 20
