Tristan simply raised an eyebrow and then cautioned, "So, before getting remarried, make sure to pay attention to safety. Getting hit on the head can make you foolish."

I muttered, "Mind your own business." I didn't know if he heard me or not.

A young nurse hurriedly came and took Tristan away. After he left, Greta returned, having sorted out quite a few things and feeling very excited. "Syl, are you really the ultimate bootlicker, having everything at your disposal?!"

"No, divorce is certain," I said calmly, "Frederic has already informed Tristan and Emilia about our decision to divorce."

The smile on Greta's face abruptly disappeared, "Huh?"

Even though Greta had a wealth of romantic experiences and could be considered an expert in this area, she was still confused by the constant back and forth between me and Frederic.

One person went against their usual behavior and offered help, while the other person had just felt guilty and was discussing with her what to do. Isn't this a sign of reconciliation?

However, Greta always had her own ideas. After a few seconds of confusion, she became even more excited. "Yes! I should definitely leave! As a woman, you can't be so submissive. He has been disrespectful to you for ten years. You can't forgive him just because he's trying to make amends. Let him regret it after the divorce!"

I was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, finding Greta extremely comical. Once Frederic and I divorced, not only would there be no scene of him regretting it, but he would also go on to marry Emilia, have children, and build a family.

Emilia's presence remained a significant factor that prompted Frederic to agree to divorce me.

"Alright, alright, your thinking is really strange. Hurry up and go buy me some food, I want to eat the cafeteria's eggplant and beef. I think it's quite delicious," I urged Greta with a smile.

"You don't want the food from a five-star hotel, you insist on eating cafeteria's eggplant and beef. Sigh, I don't understand!" Greta complained, criticizing me for not understanding the finer things in life, yet she went straight to the cafeteria. It's mealtime now, and she still has to wait in line!

There was only me left in the ward, and the smile on my face gradually disappeared, replaced by a faint sense of loss.

I got up and walked to the window, gazing at the snowy ground downstairs. People were decorating the hospital for New Year's, and it looked like a nice atmosphere.

Tomorrow is New Year's Day, but I had to spend it in the hospital. It's really miserable.

Just as I was lost in thought, I heard footsteps behind me. Thinking that Greta had returned so quickly, I spoke up, "Do you have any plans for New Year's Day? If you don't, how about spending it with me?"

Because the person behind me didn't answer, I turned around with some confusion and saw Emilia looking awkward.

She put on light makeup and looked very delicate. There was a slight guilt on her already beautiful face. She was wearing a black, waist-tightened, polka dot long down jacket, with a sweet butterfly bow decoration on the collar, thick stockings, and white mid-calf boots. I noticed that her clothes now looked of better quality than before, probably more expensive, but still a brand I couldn't recognize.

She seemed more mature and stable today.

"Sylvia, are you feeling better?" Emilia asked softly.

"What do you say?" I looked at her coldly. After what happened to me being kidnapped, my impression of her has become very poor.