The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 4

No missed calls showed up on his phone.

Winona hadn't called him even once all night?-

A flicker of surprise passed through Julian. He set his phone aside with a quiet huff. He wouldn't think about it.

As for where Winona had gone or where she'd slept, Julian was indifferent.

Winona didn't need him worrying about her anyway.

After leaving the Nicholsons' house, she headed to the apartment she'd rented in advance.

She unpacked efficiently, arranged her space, completed her nightly routine, and got into bed.

The next morning, after a simple breakfast, she sat down in her study and got to work.

Despite what Tiana loved to tell people, Winona was not unemployed. She'd always had a job—she'd just kept it low-key to help care for Tiana.

She made her living working remotely for an interior design firm, submitting her designs and budgeting plans for a fee.

But the Nicholson family had always assumed Winona was just a housewife.

Now that she was free from them, she finally had time to wrap up a project she'd been working on for years—a comprehensive plan for integrated senior living facilities.

She intended to take her proposal to Europe, to study and compare how aging societies there handled elder care.

Three days passed in a busy blur without a word from Julian

Had he signed the divorce papers or not? Three days had passed, and he hadn't made a sound.

Winona had made sure he received the papers in person. The terms were clear. What possible reason could he have for delaying?

As she mulled it over, her phone rang. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.

She picked up. "Hello, who's this?"

"Winona!" Shera Nicholson's voice was shrill, frantic over the line. "You've blocked my number? Get to the hospital now! My son needs a blood transfusion!"

"If he doesn't get a transfusion, he could die! How can you be so heartless?" Shera's voice cracked with panic.

"Sounds like you wouldn't want something so 'heartless' in his veins anyway," Winona replied quietly, then hung up.

When it's over, it's over. There's no point in dragging things out.

Shera stared at her phone in stunned disbelief before finally dialing Julian.

When he answered, Julian felt a chill run through him.

A three-day sulk was one thing. But to refuse to help in a matter of life and death? That, to him, was a line she should never have crossed.

He hung up on Shera and immediately called Winona.

She knew Julian was calling about his nephew. She answered anyway. Her first words were, "Have you signed the papers, Mr. Nicholson?"

"Go to the hospital and give Victor your blood," Julian's voice was ice-cold, brooking no argument.