After Divorce, She Became a Global Sensation and Won't Forgive Her Groveling Husband and Son

Sophia Shaw glanced over at the pair.

Vincent Grant’s eyes met hers.

When he saw her, he was visibly startled, his gaze landing on the little Bun in her arms.

"Let’s go." Sophia Shaw averted her gaze and headed upstairs.

"Faye." But Vincent Grant walked over, holding Stella Grant. "What are you doing at the hospital?"

"Hm, just for a check-up," Sophia Shaw replied perfunctorily.

Vincent Grant didn’t seem to notice her indifference. He said, "Stella has pneumonia. I just brought her in for a check-up. Don’t get the wrong idea."

He was clearly explaining himself to Sophia Shaw.

Sophia Shaw shot a look at Joanna Sherman, who was behind Vincent Grant.

Joanna Sherman was also staring at her, her gaze wary and extremely unfriendly.

She just smiled.

She couldn’t help but think back to when Joanna Sherman had just returned. She had been so anxious back then.

One time when she ran into the two of them, she had stared at Joanna Sherman just like that.

Wary, hostile.

Fearful, insecure.

’Baring her teeth and claws, just putting on a brave front.’

But in the eyes of others, it was just a joke.

The joke of someone who overestimated her own abilities!

It turned out that saying was right: ’You only lose when you care.’

Back then, however, Vincent Grant hadn’t offered her a single word of explanation.

He had worn an expression of entitlement, looking down on everyone.

Sophia Shaw coolly retracted her gaze. "This is President Grant’s private business. There’s no need to explain it to me."

"Let’s go." Sophia Shaw went upstairs with Ms. Archer.

She didn’t look at Vincent Grant once the entire time.

As Ms. Archer got into the elevator, she glanced back at the stunned Vincent Grant and said resentfully, "Back when something so serious happened to Bun, he didn’t care at all. What’s he pretending for now!"

"But are you really not going to tell him about the divorce?"

Ms. Archer was quite anxious.

She just wanted Sophia Shaw to whip out the divorce certificate and slap Vincent Grant’s smug face with it!

"Joanna Sherman paid two hundred million in hush money, after all. Since it’s a business deal, we should have some basic integrity," Sophia Shaw said.

Hearing "two hundred million," Ms. Archer’s jaw dropped.

"Joanna Sherman is really willing to spend!"

"Why wouldn’t she be? If she can get Vincent Grant, forget two hundred million. Two billion, even twenty billion would be nothing to her!"

’How could Joanna Sherman possibly make a losing deal?’

Ms. Archer chuckled.

’Vincent Grant’s attitude just now didn’t look like someone deeply in love with Joanna Sherman. Does Joanna Sherman have the good fortune to enjoy that twenty billion?’

"By the way, I don’t think Joanna Sherman’s child just has pneumonia," Ms. Archer said, choosing her words carefully. "She also seems... frightened."

Sophia Shaw looked at her. "Why do you say that?"

Ms. Archer was a professionally trained senior childcare specialist who had looked after many children, so she had a basic understanding of kids this young.

"Just now, when that child heard Vincent Grant talking to us, she flinched and tried to hide. There’s no reason for that unless she’s had a major scare."

Ms. Archer hadn’t seen Stella Grant get scared with her own eyes, so naturally, she couldn’t be one hundred percent certain she was right.

Sophia Shaw tilted her head slightly to the side.

Stella Grant was always with her nanny. Although her nanny was young, she was handpicked. It was impossible that she would do something to frighten the child.

Vincent Grant was even less likely.

Back then, Stella Grant had just bumped her forehead, and he was so distressed that he didn’t even answer Sophia’s call for help.

Neither of them wanted to waste too much thought on someone else’s child, so they chatted for a few more sentences before changing the subject.

After Sophia Shaw finished her examination, she saw Vincent Grant again, sitting by the door of the exam room.

Thinking he was waiting for Joanna Sherman and Stella Grant, Sophia Shaw walked past without a word.

Vincent Grant stood up, his eyes falling on the forms in her hand. "Your... heart isn’t well?"

Sophia Shaw had come from the internal medicine department, and she was holding a stack of cardiac examination forms.

An EKG, a cardiac ultrasound, a cardiac CT scan, and a stress test...

Vincent Grant had assumed Sophia Shaw was here for Bun. Now, seeing her hands full of cardiac test forms, his chest tightened. "What’s the problem? When did this start?"

Sophia Shaw gave a listless laugh. "My heart has always had some issues."

In the car accident when she was fifteen, she had desperately tried to shield her mother, Brianna Shaw.

The immense impact struck her heart. She was in a coma for several days and barely survived.

Since then, her heart was left with a condition. It wasn’t life-threatening, but it was more fragile than a normal person’s.

She couldn’t do any strenuous exercise.

After getting pregnant, she gained weight and couldn’t lose it.

Cedric Grant always said she wasn’t as self-disciplined as Joanna Sherman, that she didn’t manage her figure or exercise. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to.

She couldn’t!

Across from her, Vincent Grant was stunned.

He didn’t even know... about this.

Even though she had long known he didn’t care about her, Sophia Shaw still felt a sting from his expression.

Even with a dog you’ve had for six years, you’d have some basic understanding of it.

’I’m really worth less than a dog.’

Sophia Shaw asked pointedly, "We had a check-up before we got married. It was written on the report. Didn’t you see it, President Grant?"

A flash of shame crossed Vincent Grant’s face.

At the time, he had no expectations for the marriage, so he hadn’t bothered to look at the medical report.

"Later, when I was pregnant, during the prenatal check-ups, the doctor also said my heart wasn’t as strong as a normal person’s and that childbirth would be more difficult. It was a life-or-death matter, but it seems President Grant still didn’t care."

Vincent Grant took a sharp step back.

That was right after Joanna Sherman had revealed her connection to Sophia Shaw. He was filled with so much anger and hatred for Sophia that he couldn’t even stand to hear her name!

"And then later..."

When she gave birth to Bun, every single physical exam report mentioned her poor heart condition.

Sophia Shaw didn’t want to say any more.

Saying more would only highlight how pathetic and pitiable she had been.

She never wanted to be that Sophia Shaw again, the one who was subservient to her very bones.

That person should stay dead and buried in her memories.

Sophia Shaw said no more, but the sarcastic curl of her lips was more glaring than a spotlight.

Vincent Grant was stung by it, feeling utterly ashamed. His fingers curled weakly.

His throat was dry and hoarse.

Sophia Shaw walked past him and continued on.

"Sophia!" Vincent Grant called out in a low voice, his head hanging. His chest felt heavy, and all of his former high spirits were gone.

He wanted to apologize.

But too many apologies would only become tiresome.

Sophia Shaw said coldly, "I was the one who acted like a fool, so this is my retribution. It won’t happen again."

"Instead of wasting your time here, President Grant, you should be paying attention to the person by your side. Your and Joanna Sherman’s child looks like she’s had a major scare. You should be more concerned about her."

With that, she turned and walked away.

’Taking the hush money doesn’t mean I can’t still make him miserable.’

"It’s all your fault, you useless thing!"

In the hospital room, Joanna Sherman gripped Stella Grant’s small body tightly, her eyes radiating pure hatred.

Stella Grant was being held so tightly she couldn’t breathe. In pain and terror, she opened her mouth wide to cry, but no sound came out.

Her face turned purple and blue!

As if she couldn’t see the child’s suffering, Joanna Sherman vented her rage, "I was counting on you to keep your father here! I can’t believe how useless you are! I never should have brought you back in the first place!"

Her eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted into an ugly mask.

Her mind was filled with the image of Vincent Grant looking like he’d lost his soul the moment he saw Sophia Shaw. He had abandoned even Stella Grant to go after that bitch!

She had brought Stella Grant back in the first place to use the child to get closer to Vincent Grant, to lock him tightly by her side!

But she still lost!

She lost.

She lost!

Joanna Sherman threw Stella Grant heavily onto the bed.

She completely ignored that the IV tube had been ripped from the child’s hand, which was now bleeding.

With her hands on her hips, she paced rapidly around the room, resentment surging wildly in her chest.

"No! If she’s only this sick, Vincent won’t care. I have to think of another way, make her..."

The word "her" had barely left her lips when Joanna Sherman saw a pair of eyes in the crack of the door, which had been pulled open at some point!

Icy and sinister!