Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Zoya’s arm had been stitched up with five stitches. For her, it was just a minor injury.

After all, back when she was in the special forces, getting hurt was practically routine.

Once the doctor finished stitching her wound, she changed into a clean hospital gown.

“You’ll need to stay in the hospital for observation today. If everything looks good, you can be discharged tomorrow,” the doctor said, then prescribed some medication.

The Richmond family was one of the shareholders in this hospital in Marabotara, so Zoya was immediately admitted to a VIP suite.

Zoya honestly thought her injury was nothing serious. The bullet had just grazed her. It hadn’t even hit her.

But Wren was treating her like some kind of endangered species, terrified she’d break if he even breathed too close.

Looking at the row of doctors, nurses, and attendants standing before her, Zoya couldn’t help but feel exasperated.

“Could you have them step outside for a bit? I’m really not used to having so many people crowding around,” Zoya said.

“But your arm…” Wren hesitated.

“If anything happens, I can just hit the nurse call button. Plus, you’re here anyway,” she replied.

Hearing that, Wren’s expression softened a little. “Yeah, I’m right here.”

Once everyone else had left, Wren leaned in a little and asked gently, “Feeling hungry? Is there anything you’d like to eat?”

“Maybe an apple,” Zoya said, glancing at the shiny fruit basket the hospital staff had just delivered to her

room.

“Sure,” Wren replied. He picked up an apple, washed it carefully, then took a small fruit knife and sat down beside her bed.

Zoya raised an eyebrow, realizing it was the first time she’d ever watched Wren peel an apple.

The knife twirled deftly in his hand, cutting gentle spirals of peel away. Those long, elegant fingers moved with such practiced ease that it felt almost mesmerizing to watch.

‘His hands really are beautiful,‘ Zoya thought again.

“Still like my hands that much?” His voice came suddenly, low and teasing.

Zoya froze, then looked up, only to meet his gaze head–on.

“I’m glad you like my hands,” Wren murmured, voice dropping low and playful. “But I hope you’ll like some other parts of me too.”

Zoya almost choked on her breath, her cheeks going hot. ‘Other parts of him? Is he serious right now? Does he even realize how flirty that sounds?‘ she thought.

In no time, Wren finished peeling the apple and handed it to Zoya.

Zoya accepted it with her uninjured hand.

“By the way, how’s Gilbert doing?” she asked.

“He’s fine. Just needs some rest and he’ll be back on his feet in no time,” Wren replied.

Zoya let out a sigh of relief.

“And one more thing…” Wren paused, his tone growing more intense. “You don’t have to keep shielding me like that anymore.”

“What are you saying?” Zoya paused, the apple frozen halfway to her lips.

“I can’t stand seeing you hurt,” Wren said, his eyes full of guilt as his gaze lingered on the white bandage wrapped around her right arm.

Zoya replied, “But I’m supposed to be protecting you. Really, it’s just a minor wound. I’ll bounce back before you know it.”

“Minor or not, I don’t care!” Wren insisted, his voice unwavering. “From now on, you don’t have to be my protector anymore. I’ll handle things with your bosses in the military myself.”

Zoya hadn’t expected Wren to be so stubborn about this.

“Then what about your safety?” she asked.

He said coldly, “I’ll handle it. In fact… I’ll handle it very soon.”

That night, after taking her medicine, Zoya drifted into a deep sleep.

Wren sat at her bedside for a long time, quietly watching her peaceful face. He reached out and brushed a few loose strands of hair from her cheek, his eyes soft with tenderness.

After a while, he stood up and left the room.

Outside, two rows of bodyguards were waiting in the corridor.

“Guard Ms. Lucero with your lives. If anything happens to her, you already know what awaits you,” Wren warned.

“Yes!” the bodyguards echoed.

Wren turned and walked toward the elevator.

The tenderness in his eyes from moments before vanished in a flash, replaced by a chilling, murderous

intent.

*****

That night, chaos erupted across the Richmond family. Every relative who had been eyeing the patriarch’s seat suddenly found themselves ruined.

Some didn’t just lose their money. Their fortunes evaporated in a single night, and suddenly they had no choice but to run for their lives.

Meanwhile, back at the Richmond estate in Ranard City, several people who had resented Wren being the head of the family were now groveling at his feet, desperately pleading for forgiveness.

“We had nothing to do with it! We swear, we don’t know a thing!”

“You don’t know anything? Not even about the hit you put out on me?” Wren’s voice was glacial.

He tossed down a thick pile of documents right in front of them. They were filled with evidence of their communications and transactions with the hired assassins.

“As for those other groups of assassins you sent after me? They’re all taken care of before I even walked in the door tonight,” Wren said.

He hadn’t bothered with them before, simply because they weren’t even worth his time.

After all, he’d never really cared whether he lived or died. It was all the same to him. Back then, he’d even thought that if someone managed to kill him, perhaps that would have been fine.

But now, everything was different. He couldn’t let anyone hurt Zoya. Because of her, he cared about his life, about the future. He wanted to live and grow old with her.

As they stared down at the evidence and caught the icy look in Wren’s eyes, each of them went pale. They realized there was no point in pleading.

“Still not coming out?” Wren said suddenly, his voice echoing toward the shadows.

He knew these people weren’t the masterminds. The real one was…

A low, mocking laugh answered him. “I thought you’d let this game last a little longer,” Logan said as he stepped out from the darkness, smiling coolly at his son.

The sight of that smile made Wren’s stomach churn with disgust.

“So you really can’t stand the thought of me running the Richmond family,” he said quietly.

He’d known it deep down for ages. His own father wanted him gone.

Logan just shrugged, laughing lightly. “Of course not. But you’re my only son, so it’s your duty to lead the Richmond family. I’m just… testing you. Seeing if you can hold your ground.”

Wren asked coldly, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll hand you over to the military? The Rich Group cooperates with them. If something happens to me, every project gets stalled. You think they wouldn’t turn on you?”

Logan just gave a cool, confident smirk. “I didn’t hire anyone to kill you. You won’t find a single shred of evidence tying me to this.”

Wren stayed silent. It was true. His father was careful. No proof existed that could bring him down.

“You never used to care about things like this,” Logan said suddenly, his tone sly. “Is it because of that girl, Zoya? She got hurt for you, and now you’re desperate to end all this?”

“What are you trying to say?” Wren narrowed his eyes.

“So, what would you do if that girl ended up getting hurt even worse?” Logan asked, his smile easy and sly.

A violent shudder ran through Wren. He lunged forward, his hand clamping around his father’s throat. “Don’t you dare!” he growled.

“What do you think?” Logan didn’t show a trace of fear, his grin growing even more taunting. “You could just strangle me here and now. End things once and for all.”

Wren stayed silent, his grip slowly but mercilessly tightening around Logan’s throat…