"This woman... I swear she's full of surprises. Just when I think I've seen it all, she pulls something new out of nowhere."

Alexander's voice cut through the silence. "She filed for divorce."

Nathan scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Again? How many times has she threatened that now? Every time she doesn’t get her way, it’s the same old song and dance. Honestly, I’m exhausted just hearing about it. Aren’t you?"

"Remember last month when she swore she’d meet you at the courthouse? All because you skipped dinner with her. If you’d just shown up, she wouldn’t have mentioned divorce at all."

"Besides, with the mandatory cooling-off period these days, it’s not like she can just snap her fingers and make it happen. A friend of mine tried booking a slot—court schedules are packed. He couldn’t even get a date until next month."

"And then there’s the thirty-day waiting period. At minimum, we’re talking two months before anything actually happens."

"Amy knows the system. She’s just trying to rattle you."

Nathan’s rambling was abruptly silenced when Alexander spoke again. "She didn’t just threaten it. She sued me."

Nathan froze, his smirk vanishing. Then, he burst into laughter. "Alex, you can’t be serious! A lawsuit? That’s even slower than filing directly! My God, Amy’s really pulling out all the stops for attention, isn’t she?"

Alexander didn’t respond, his expression darkening.

Was this just another one of her games?

If it was, she was putting on one hell of a performance.

Nathan wiped tears from his eyes, noticing Alexander’s grim expression. "Alright, alright. Look, if she really filed, the court will contact you soon enough. If they don’t? Then you’ll know she was bluffing."

Alexander turned away, silent.

Back at the clinic, Oliver and Victoria were deep in their herbal studies. Amy watched them for a moment before Theodore Whitmore caught her eye.

He gave her a knowing look and gestured toward the back room.

Once inside, Amy didn’t waste time. "Theodore, what’s going on here?"

The old man sighed. "That Nathan Prescott showed up a while back. I didn’t know who he was, so I refused his house call request."

"Then yesterday, he waltzes in with your husband and her."

Theodore had never liked Alexander. The man’s public affairs with Victoria were tabloid fodder, and Theodore had wanted to give him a piece of his mind for years.

But as a recluse running a modest clinic, he’d never had the chance.

Now, with his children pressuring him to retire, his eldest son had issued an ultimatum: come home this year, or they’d drag him back themselves.

The Whitmore family was a powerhouse in the business world, though few knew their empire had been built on Theodore’s legendary medical skills in his youth.

Whitmore General Hospital, one of the world’s leading private institutions, was their crown jewel.

Named after Theodore’s late wife, the hospital had branches worldwide. Yet, few realized it was part of the Whitmore Group’s vast holdings.

And even fewer knew that this unassuming old man was the true majority shareholder.