Chapter 483
Davina was bailed out of the police station by Clement’s men.
In Clement’s words, Barnard had shown him loyalty, so he couldn’t just leave Barnard’s woman sitting in a cell.
Davina had been staying at the hospital with Barnard lately, and she had seen plenty of Clement’s subordinates coming to visit.
With so many people around, someone was bound to slip up. Secrets couldn’t be kept forever. Davina had completely figured it out now: before Barnard was injured, he had actually locked Camilla in a hotel room.
The day she found out, she broke down completely. Without caring that the men from The Williams Group were present, she stormed into the hospital room and threw a massive fit, making Barnard lose face in front of his colleagues.
Now, Davina was overly paranoid. Whenever Barnard even picked up his phone, she suspected he was contacting Camilla.
Barnard was getting incredibly annoyed by Davina’s constant nagging. Just looking at her gave him a headache, and his long-suppressed anger was bubbling to the surface. “Haven’t you thrown enough tantrums? What exactly do you want p>
“What do I want? Barnard, how can you say that to me? Do you think it was easy for me to follow you to this unfamiliar place? You said you cared about me the most, but then you reached out to Camilla behind my back. I’m just scared and worried, is that a crime?” Davina cried, her voice full of grievance.
As she spoke, tears began to stream down her face. “You promised you would treat me well, but instead, you dragged me away from my home. You still can’t forget Camilla, and now you’re yelling at me. Barnard, you’re crossing the line p>
Her tone was clingy, carrying a hint of a whine as she tried to make him soften toward her. But to Barnard, her words only made his headache worse.
“You actually have the nerve to cry?” Barnard snapped. “If you had listened to me and stopped provoking Camilla time and time again, the Carter family wouldn’t be in this mess. We wouldn’t have ended up here, and my father wouldn’t be dead. Davina, my patience is wearing thin. Even if you want to throw a fit, you need to know when to stop p>
Barnard had never settled these scores with her before. Even when he was occasionally annoyed, he had never blamed everything entirely on her like this.
Davina froze, stunned by his outburst. She even forgot to wipe her tears.
“I can continue to fund your extravagant lifestyle,” Barnard went on coldly. “I won’t let you lack for anything materially, on the condition that you behave yourself and stop prying into my business p>
“What do you mean by that? Barnard, do you still want to go back to Camilla? How can you treat me like this? We’re already married, how could you p>
Realizing the underlying meaning in his words, Davina’s face turned pale. Like a madwoman, she lunged forward and grabbed the collar of his hospital gown.
She shook him desperately, demanding an answer. “You said you loved me! I gave myself to you because I trusted you. How can you just cast me aside now? Barnard, how am I supposed to hold my head high if you send me back like this p>
Barnard felt dizzy from her shaking, and the pain from his wounds intensified.
His stitches had probably torn open.
But he couldn’t care less about the pain right now. Since the topic was already out in the open, he decided to use this opportunity to make things crystal clear with her.
He grabbed Davina’s wrists and forcefully shoved her hands away. His voice was flat and uncompromising. “Davina, first of all, we never got a marriage license. Second, I wasn’t even present at the wedding ceremony, so it doesn’t count. I admit I confused my own feelings in the beginning, but like I said, I’m willing to keep funding your luxury lifestyle. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of for the rest of your life. That’s more than enough compensation for what I’ve done. As for going back, you don’t need to think that far ahead. We might never go back anyway. You don’t have to worry about the people you know looking down on you p>
Davina stared at him, her lips trembling again and again, but no sound came out.
He was practically ending things with her.
He wasn’t even acknowledging her status as his wife, a position she had fought so desperately to secure.
A suffocating wave of humiliation washed over her. His talk of paying her off with money made her feel like a cheap escort.
Furious, she grabbed the fruit basket from the table and hurled it at him. “You’re a monster! I was a widow. If you hadn’t said you loved me, why would I have slept with you? And now you’re just denying everything? No, I won’t accept this. You took me, so I belong to you. We are going to get that marriage license right now p>
She reached out to grab him again.
Laura rushed forward and pulled her back. “What are you doing? You know how badly Barnard is hurt. Are you trying to kill him p>
“I don’t care! You all promised I would marry him. I want that license now,” Davina insisted stubbornly.
There had been so much chaos with the Carter family previously that their legal registration had been endlessly delayed. It had been delayed so long that even she had forgotten about it. She only remembered that everyone else acknowledged her as Barnard’s wife, so she thought she was safe. It was only when Barnard pointed it out that she realized just how precarious her position was without that piece of paper.