Fortunately, the guests in the banquet hall heard the commotion and rushed over. One of them, a man in a white coat, quickly came over and identified himself as an emergency physician. He swiftly took out his first-aid kit and cleaned Leo's wound, stopping the bleeding and bandaging it with practiced and steady movements. "The wound is a bit deep and needs to be stitched up at the hospital as soon as possible, but there's no immediate danger to his life," the doctor said, which eased my anxiety a little.
After confirming that Leo was alright for the time being, I immediately took out my spare phone, changed my flight for three days later to the earliest available flight, and contacted the car I had booked in advance. Carrying the unconscious Leo into the car, I dialed Liam's number—this was the last time I would call him, not to beg for mercy, not to interrogate him, but simply to say goodbye to this absurd past.
As soon as the call connected, Liam's impatient roar came through: "Clara, are you done yet? I already said another ambulance will be here soon, can you stop rushing me! Zeke is still crying, I don't have time to waste with you!"
I paused for a moment, then a cold smile appeared on my lips. My voice was calm and utterly emotionless: "It's nothing. I just wanted to let you know that Leo is alright now. You can focus on taking care of your Zeke. We won't bother you anymore."
I hung up the phone, opened the pre-edited divorce agreement, sent it to Liam's email, and then tossed the phone out the window. The phone shattered on the ground, its screen cracking, just like our utterly broken marriage. The car sped towards the airport, the scenery outside the window rushing past. I held Leo, fast asleep in my arms, my eyes filled with resolve—from this moment on, Leo and I would never look back.
Meanwhile, in the hospital ward, Liam struggled to soothe the crying Zeke to sleep, and then spent a long time comforting Vanessa. Only after they were both sound asleep did he tiptoe out of the ward. The corridor was exceptionally quiet in the dead of night. Leaning against the wall, he recalled the slap he had given Clara and his indifference towards Leo during the day, and a pang of guilt welled up in his heart.