Damsel in Distress

Chapter 2

She dreamt about eveything that happened before she turned 20. The memories that she thought she had lost returned to her.

She realized that the Monica Sin Claire of the past was no pushover; she wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state.

She was once the pride of her family...but now...

Reflecting on the adversity that she had been forced to endure, tears of sadness rolled down her face.

"The patient is still unconscious but her condition has pretty much stabilized. She suffered from a minor concussion to the head, but one or two weeks of rest should be enough to put her back on her feet. However, she will need some supplements due to an extended period of malnourishment..."

Inside the hospital room, the doctor explained in detail Monica's physical condition to Maxwell.

The statuesque man frowned slightly.

How could Monica be suffering from prolonged malnourishment?

Maxwell turned his head to look at Monica, just in time to notice the tear that was gliding down his ex-wife's weathered face...

His eyes shook slightly as a cocktail of emotions surged in his heart.

Monica, what kind of life have you been living after our divorce?

Simultaneously, Susannah, who stood beside Maxwell, also stared at Monica while nurturing her own thoughts.

She looked at the woman who once had Maxwell, but was ultimately chased away by her; she was overjoyed. Her heart soared witnessing the wretched state Monica had fallen into.

Monica Sin Claire, you lost to me once... you'll fare worse now that you're old and ugly. I can barely summon the energy to deal with you. I'm sure you'll just waste away like the trash that you've become.

After all, even for an idiot, the choice between a gorgeous woman and an old beggar would be exceptionally easy.

Susannah might have reservations against a young, beautiful Monica, but now...

These thoughts bouyed Susannah's mood so greatly that she was feeling gracious for her ex-rival.

She nudged Maxwell and said softly, "Maxwell, don't worry. I'm sure Monica will be fine. How about we find her a personal nurse or better yet, leave her some money. I believe that's what she needs the most now."

Maxwell looked at his fiancé and nodded slightly.

"Maxwell, it's already late. We still have a family dinner to attend later tonight to discuss our upcoming nuptials. Shouldn't we be going?" Susannah asked to test the waters.

Maxwell then only realized such an event was indeed in his itinerary.

Ever since his divorce, he hadn't been looking for a spouse but as the only male heir to the Gray's Family, he had to marry to ensure the Gray name lived on.

Susannah was his childhood friend. The entire Gray Family was in love with her; her good looks and intellect were definite pluses as well. Therefore, after Maxwell's divorce was finalized, the two families had been trying to match the two of them together.

Maxwell was warm towards Susannah but he wasn't in love with her. Then again, there was not a single woman that he was in love with.

Even his marriage to Monica wasn't out of love since it was an arranged marriage.

For him, as long as the wife was biologically female, he was fine with anyone filling the post.

His indifference only deepened after the failed marriage to Monica. He shrugged and agreed nonchalantly when his family brought up the idea of marrying Susannah.

And tonight was a dinner between the two families to discuss their wedding.

In fact, that morning, they were out to look for a restaurant to host their wedding reception, and dress shopping...

Who knew they would stumble into Monica.

The ex-wife he hadn't seen in 3 years.

Truth be told, Maxwell had once wondered under what circumstances would they meet again, but none of the scenarios in his mind could have fitted the bizarre happenstance today.

Wasn't she the Sin Claire Family's young mistress, how could she have landed in such a deplorable state?