Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 32

“Keep it down, this is a hospital.”

At that moment, the doors to the emergency room swung open and a doctor stepped out, scolding them sternly.

“Doctor, how is she? Is she out of danger?” Fiona rushed over, her voice tight with anxiety.

“Thankfully, you brought her in just in time. She’s stabilized now and is out of immediate danger. We’ll transfer her to a standard room for observation—she can be discharged in a couple of days. But her heart is weak, so she must avoid any kind of emotional stress in the future.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

Mrs. Foster was wheeled into a hospital room by the nurses, already awake.

Marguerite let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. At least she was safe.

She followed the group into the room, intending to say a quick goodbye and leave.

“You’re awake. Are you still feeling unwell anywhere?” Marguerite asked gently.

“Don’t give me your fake concern. I don’t want to see you right now. Get out,” Mrs. Foster snapped, her face pinched and cold, her eyes sharp with bitterness—a far cry from the kind, loving woman she used to be.

Marguerite’s lips curled in a faint, cynical smile as she gave a short, cold laugh.

Clearly, Fiona must have been poisoning her mind behind Marguerite’s back.

But Marguerite saw no point in explaining herself. From now on, she was done with Benjamin and his family.

She turned without hesitation, not wanting to stay even a second longer.

“Stop right there!” Benjamin’s angry voice rang out.

Marguerite felt nothing. She’d grown numb to this kind of vitriol, unwilling to waste another breath arguing.

“You’re right. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other. And tell your son to stay out of my life.”

With that, Marguerite turned to go.

“Marguerite! Who said you could leave? Get back here and explain yourself!” Benjamin shouted, instinctively moving to follow her.

But Fiona grabbed his arm, holding him back. “Ben, your mother’s just been through a lot. Please, don’t start another fight. Maggie’s made up her mind. You won’t change it.”

A fleeting look of satisfaction crossed Fiona’s face as her anxiety faded. Marguerite was finally gone. Now, she had her chance to shine in front of Mrs. Foster.

Benjamin clenched his fists at his sides, frustration and helplessness warring on his face as he came to a stop, staring after Marguerite’s retreating figure.