Hearing Kahl's questions, Fiona smiled in ridicule. Like she was looking at some stranger, she casually remarked, "Isn't that a good thing for you?"

"Good thing?" Kahl echoed, seemingly annoyed. His oppressive aura made the atmosphere seem colder.

Then, as Fiona seemed to realize something, she faintly said, "Oh, are you displeased because I quickly agreed to our divorce? If so, it's my fault. I should have acted sad and made a fuss."

Kahl said nothing. He didn't know why, but Fiona had been acting strange since yesterday, and he kept feeling a sense of unease.

"What a pity," Fiona continued, pretending to sigh, her smile devoid of emotion. "I'm not in a mood to let you see such a ridiculous drama."

Fiona had kept Kahl in her heart for so many years. Yesterday's torment made her realize it was time to let him go. After all, she had already experienced all there was to it—longings, sorrows, disappointment, heartache, and grievances. If she continued insisting on this feeling, wouldn't she be a masochist?

Moreover, if she were to divorce Kahl, she could focus her time on raising Aaron. Although he was mature for his age, Fiona knew that Aaron still longed to be with her.

So, after making up her mind about their divorce, Fiona believed that there was nothing for them to say. "I still have to go to my patient, so if there's nothing, I'll leave first," Fiona aloofly stated and left without waiting for his response.

However, she hadn't walked a few steps when Fiona heard Kahl's icy voice again accusing her, "You're so eager for our divorce, aren't you? Why? So you can finally be with that wild man?"

Fiona stopped abruptly. Her head snapped at him.

Kahl didn't wait for her response and sneered, "That lover you had six years ago?"

In Kahl's mind, only that could be the reason why Fiona was indifferent and decisive when it came to their divorce. If not for having a lover, why else did Fiona seem eager to divorce him?

Fiona's eyebrows slightly twitched. She didn't understand Kahl anymore. With a hint of anger, she questioned, "What do you mean?"

"Still playing dumb?" Kahl smiled in derision. "Right, you've been doing that for six years, so you are an expert at it."

After saying this, Kahl slowly walked toward her. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "But Fiona, remember this. Even if you divorce me for that wild man, you can forget being with him because, without my permission, you can never get rid of your relationship with me."

His deep, baritone voice sounded mesmerizing, as if Kahl was whispering sweet nothings to Fiona's ear.

However, his words sent a chill down her spine. Kahl was serious, and Fiona knew that he would never break them once he said something.

She had known Kahl for years and knew he could be the most formidable enemy one would hope they'd cross paths. No one could guess what he was thinking, which made him unpredictable. What was even more frightening, after what happened six years ago, Kahl became much more dangerous, and no one even dared to oppose him.

After that, Kahl walked past Fiona without bothering to say goodbye or glancing at her.

Nonetheless, Fiona stood motionless and watched his retreating figure. Worry flashed in her eyes.

Fiona wasn't that much concerned about Kahl's warning since she was never involved with another man, nor had this so-called lover. Kahl was the only person she loved in her life. What a pity that her love for him had unknowingly faded in the past six years. She didn't even realize it until she decided to let him go completely.

However, what caused her anxiety was what Kahl would do if he learned she had a six-year-old son.

Fiona took a deep breath to calm herself while trying to dismiss these thoughts.

When she glanced at her wristwatch, she remembered her appointment to see her patient, so she hurried out of the hospital.

When she arrived at her destination, Fiona stepped out of the cab and gazed at the iron gate of a modern-style luxury mansion.

A handsome man stood in front of the gate from a distance, waiting for someone. After seeing Fiona and the medicine box she was carrying, he immediately knew that she was the doctor he requested from Peter Hopkins, the hospital director of Rende Hospital. Wanting to confirm his guess, he asked, "You are Dr. Smith?"

The man in front of Fiona seemed to be in his early twenties. Even though he was dressed in casual clothing and looked a little frivolous, it didn't hide his dignified aura.

Fiona bowed at him while she recalled Peter's words from earlier. After Peter called her to his office, he informed her she needed to attend to one of their VVIP patients in their house. His request came with a warning. This patient came from an influential background, and everything disclosed to her should be kept confidential.

Fiona agreed, not thinking much of it. However, when she felt Edgar staring at her with a strange look in his eyes, Fiona doubted whether this job would be as easy as she thought.

"I gotta say. You're way younger and more beautiful than I thought, Dr. Smith." Edgar praised her as though he didn't see Fiona's skeptical look.

"Thank you," Fiona modestly smiled and asked, remembering what she came here for, "How are you feeling, Mr. Clinton?"

That's right, the man standing before Fiona was Edgar Clinton, a well-known figure in Cester. Besides coming from a prominent family, he was constantly entangled in several gossips. So, it was not so surprising for Fiona to know him.

After hearing her call his name, Edgar didn't look so surprised either. He approached her and took the medical bag in her hand. While motioning her to follow him, he clarified, "I'm not your patient. It's someone else. Let's go."

Fiona looked at him in surprise. So Edgar was not her patient. Fiona felt a little intrigued. She couldn't help but wonder who could be so capable that Edgar chose to handle this matter personally.

She entered the spacious, silent villa with these thoughts running through her mind. Then she looked around but didn't see anyone—not even a maid or any employees.

Fiona quietly followed Edgar on the second floor, and when they arrived in front of the door to the master's bedroom, Edgar turned to her and said, "Wait a minute."

Fiona nodded.

"Oh, by the way, his character and temper are a little strange. So better prepare yourself," he added in a hushed voice.

Fiona had handled several kinds of patients, so she could understand what Edgar was saying. "Err… I got it," she responded.

After he took a step forward, Edgar knocked on the door, saying, "Hey, the doctor is here. Please open the door."

There was no response.

Edgar smiled sheepishly at Fiona before knocking again. "Hey."

Still, there was no response.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Edgar looked back at Fiona and explained, "He's shy."

Fiona was lost for words.

Now she was even more curious about this patient of hers.

After knocking for some time, Edgar finally lost his patience. Edgar raised his eyebrows and spoke angrily, folding his arms, "Mr. Rodriguez, please don't keep us waiting. I'll force my way in if you don't come out now! How can you treat a lovely lady and your closest friend like this!"

As soon as Edgar finished speaking, the door in front of him suddenly opened from the inside. Then, a cold and frightening voice rang out, "How many times must I say it? I'm not ill!"

At this time, a good-looking yet intimidating man suddenly appeared at the door, seemingly very furious toward Edgar.

Despite his handsome appearance, Fiona would say that his looks were not the type that would make people fall in love at first sight. His cold aura and superiority deep within his bones made him so unattainable.

In particular, his eyes had an inexplicable sense of intimidation that he could frighten others without doing anything.

Seeing that Colin finally opened the door, Edgar whistled and teasingly said, "Hi there. Long time no see."

Colin's indifferent eyes swept Edgar coldly before turning to Fiona and saying directly, "Leave! Your presence is not needed here."

Fiona's eyes widened, not expecting Colin would be so rude.

Even Edgar was displeased at his impoliteness. "Hey, Colin Rodriguez, what the hell are you doing? It took a lot of effort for Dr. Smith to come here. Aren't you ashamed if you drive her away like this?"

Irritation flashed in Colin's eyes. Without a filter, he retorted, "I initially thought that you have no redeeming qualities except your IQ. I was mistaken. You're an idiot."

Fiona looked at Edgar with sympathy, thinking about how harsh Colin was.

Edgar didn't mind it, as he was long immune to Colin's barbed tongue. He simply responded, "Well, what do you want now? I have invited Dr. Smith here. Please, just cooperate, or else I will tell uncle about this."

Fiona stood there quietly. When Colin scrutinized her with his eyes, she became so tense that she almost broke out in a cold sweat.

What an intimidating man, indeed.

Colin commented, giving Fiona a distrusting look. "No, she's too young. Are you sure she's qualified to conduct an examination?"

Fiona frowned in dissatisfaction. She didn't like to be questioned when it came to her profession. She quickly reached out for a card from her breast pocket and handed it to him, saying firmly, "I'm already twenty-four years old, and I earned my medical license. If you still doubt my ability, you are free to ask Director Hopkins."

Her stance looked so confident that Edgar couldn't help laughing before he patted Colin on the shoulder. He teased, "Just accept it. Dr. Smith was capable since Director Hopkins of Rende Hospital recommended her. You have no excuse this time."

Edgar secretly laughed in his heart. Of course, it was the other way around. He purposefully asked the hospital director to send a beautiful female doctor when making an appointment.

Knowing he couldn't do anything about this matter, Colin remained silent and returned to his bedroom.

Seeing this, Edgar was inwardly pleased. It seemed that everything was going according to his plan. He playfully winked at Fiona and said in delight, "Good job, Dr. Smith. You can go in now."

Nodding, Fiona carried the medicine box inside while worrying whether Colin would really cooperate with her or not.

However, just as she entered the bedroom, Fiona noticed that Colin was taking off his belt and pants. Feeling shocked, she abruptly asked as she covered her eyes with her hand. "What are you doing?"

Colin narrowed his eyes and pointed to the thing between his legs before saying wickedly, "Didn't Edgar tell you? You will examine me here."

After Colin said this, Fiona slowly followed where he was pointing and couldn't help but feel horrified.

Fiona turned a deep shade of red. Of course, no one told her that she would need to examine Colin's private part! Otherwise, she would make excuses just to decline this job.