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I had asked the nurse's station.
Lucas only suffered minor smoke inhalation and some scrapes.
After a few hours of observation in the ER, he had been moved to a regular room. He was fine.
Yet, in Michael's mouth, these scratches became "severe injuries."
Michael was currently engrossed in playing with Lucas, completely unaware of my presence.
I walked up and slapped him hard across the face.
"Michael. Have you visited Noah even once in the past few days? You're sitting here playing toys with another man's son!"
Michael ignored the slap because Lucas was clearly frightened by my entrance. His little face crumpled, ready to cry.
Michael quickly shoved the toy into Lucas's hands and whispered softly.
"It's okay, buddy. Uncle Michael will be right back."
He dragged me to the end of the corridor.
I struggled violently, finally breaking free when we stopped, and slapped him again for good measure.
He turned his head to the side, sighing with annoyance.
"Why are you making a scene in the hospital? Lucas got hurt because of you. Are you here to guilt trip me?"
I laughed out of pure anger. "Hurt?
"I asked the nurse. He has minor smoke inhalation and a scraped knee. Noah has second-degree burns on his respiratory tract! Did you go see him? You probably don't even know that Noah is in the ICU of this very same hospital!"
Michael paused, then sighed again.
"I've told you a thousand times, Lucas has a heart condition!
"Noah is a healthy kid. He'll recover from injuries.
But if Lucas gets stressed, he could go into cardiac arrest. You can't compare the two!
"Stop being dramatic. I'm really tired. I'll come home tonight, okay?"
He reached out to grab my arm.
"Come on, I'll walk you out."
"Sure. Sign this first."
I pulled the divorce agreement from my bag and slapped it against his chest.
Seeing the bold words "PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE," he froze.
He looked at me in disbelief.
"Divorce? Emily, have you lost your mind?
"There's a limit to jealousy!"
Even now, he thought I still had feelings for him.
I spoke coldly.
"Sign it or don't. If you don't, I'll see you in court. My lawyer is a senior partner at Anderson & Associates."
"You..."
He blinked, frowning as he scrutinized my expression.
He finally realized I wasn't joking.
I tilted my chin up.
"If you have no objections, sign it. Given your actions toward Noah, I get full custody. You get nothing. All marital assets are mine, including the house, the cars, and the savings."
"I object!"
A shrill voice shouted.
I turned my head. Amanda, wearing her Louboutins and carrying a classic Chanel flap bag, marched over and stood firmly next to Michael.
