THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 769

Mrs. Palmer looked at her daughter, her eyes wide with a mixture of hope and fear. "Did… did Miss Gonzales really say that?"

"Yes, she did," Celia confirmed.

A wave of relief washed over Mrs. Palmer. She wiped the remaining blood from Brock's face and turned to the butler. "Go and bring the medicine from the kitchen." In her panic, the previous bowl had been knocked over. As a precaution, she had been brewing two doses at a time.

Leroy, the butler, hesitated. "Madam, do you remember what Mr. Lance said?" he reminded her gently. "Today is the third day, just as he predicted. Don't you find it a bit too coincidental that the Patriarch would start vomiting blood tonight?"

The color drained from Mrs. Palmer's face.

Celia interjected, "It must be a coincidence! Mother, you can't let Lance's words get to you. The most important thing right now is to give Brock his medicine."

Mrs. Palmer's mind was in turmoil. She trusted Caitlin, but… why this? Why was the timing so perfect? Why did Brock have to vomit blood on this exact day?

She looked at Leroy. "Send someone to fetch Lance immediately."

"Right away, Madam," Leroy said, hurrying out of the room.

"Mother!" Celia cried out in frustration. "Freya said he would be fine after taking his medicine tonight! Why are you sending for that quack?"

Mrs. Palmer's eyes were red with unshed tears. "What if he isn't fine, Celia? What if he doesn't wake up tomorrow? We can't afford to take that risk!" If they brought Lance here now, there might still be a chance to save Brock. But if they gave him the medicine and he never woke up…

A few minutes later, the maid returned with the medicine. Celia took the bowl and carefully administered the dose to her unconscious brother.

Meanwhile, the butler had arrived at Lance's residence.

"Mr. Lance, Mrs. Palmer has requested your presence."

Lance looked down his nose at the butler. "As I said before, there is no cure for regret. If Mrs. Palmer wants my help, she will have to come here and ask for it herself. Otherwise, there is nothing to discuss." She had dismissed him so casually before. Did she really think sending a servant would be enough to bring him back?

The butler sighed. "Mr. Lance, the castle is in chaos. Our madam is unable to leave. Patriarch Brock's life is hanging by a thread. I'm begging you, please, come with me."