She didn't even put Chloe in her eyes—let alone some cheap nobody. She forced her anger down, took a seat, and gave Jennifer a cold look. "Did you put those pictures out there to spin the story your way?" "Spin the story? Where's your proof?" Jennifer shot back, leaning back comfortably as she poured herself some coffee. She acted like she owned the room, not Madilyn. "Those were posted by random people online. What people are saying has nothing to do with me. Don't try to pin this on me." Madilyn's anger burned, but there wasn't much she could do. "You really think this will work?" Madilyn kept her icy stare. "Chloe and Arthur are divorced. If she shows their divorce papers, that's a slap right in your face. "Arthur can't get that woman out of his head right now. With everyone watching, he won't just stay quiet. If he admits he was married to Chloe, do you think the public will still take your side?" "Whether they support me or not is their business. If I dared to start this, I'm not afraid. If Chloe was going to show the divorce papers, she'd have done it already." Jennifer sounded sure of herself. Chloe was single and needed money—she wouldn't play along. With the story so messy and Chloe staying silent, what did that mean? It screamed that she had another man backing her. She was probably busy trying to keep him. That's why Jennifer stirred the pot again—she wanted to make Chloe look bad. Even if Chloe showed the divorce papers, so what? Jennifer's marriage to Arthur was happening. They'd been divorced for years. Her dating and marrying Arthur was totally normal. Public opinion? Just stupid people guessing. What did that have to do with her?No matter what Chloe said, Jennifer could slip away. She didn't care which way the crowd went. As long as those dumb netizens kept tearing into Chloe, that was enough. She had another reason, too. She wanted to see where Arthur stood. If he really couldn't live without Chloe, where had he been before? Playing the loving man now? Too late. Arthur wasn't stupid enough to throw away his reputation and company just to defend Chloe. If he wanted to defend her, he'd have spoken already. His silence meant he cared more about his image and power. Arthur and her? They were the same kind of person. He had no right to look down on her. She smirked, her eyes full of mockery. "Mr. Myers!" A servant's voice pulled Jennifer back. She turned and saw Arthur rush in with Donald. "Arthur!" Jennifer stood up quickly and smiled. "I bought new bedding. The mattress just arrived. Want to come see?" Arthur ran upstairs without even looking at her. Madilyn stood and called his name—he ignored her too. Jennifer stayed where she was, watching Arthur's hurry, her face stiff. Donald didn't follow upstairs. He held his phone tight, keeping the line open. "Okay, right away. Mr. Myers is here now. Please wait a moment." Madilyn, confused by Donald's tension, walked over. "What's going on? Why did Arthur run upstairs like that? Who are you talking to?" Donald gripped the phone tighter. He looked up at Madilyn and answered quietly, "Mrs. Madilyn Myers, Mr. Myers came back to get something." "Get what?" Madilyn was annoyed. Jennifer's taunts still burned, and she needed to let it out. If Donald's answer annoyed her, she'd take it out on him. "Something of Mr. Charles Myers'," Donald said seriously. Hearing Charles, Madilyn froze. Confusion crossed her face. "What thing of Charles'?" "Tell the hospital we found them. We'll send them all over now." Arthur's voice carried down. Madilyn turned and saw him rushing down the stairs, a stack of files in his hands—dusty and a little torn. One look, and Madilyn knew—they were Charles' treatment records from all the years he'd been in a coma. Surprise flashed across her face. "Arthur, aren't those your grandfather's medical logs? Why do you need them?" Madilyn asked, pretending to be concerned as she stepped forward. "Grandpa might wake up. The lead surgeon needs these for the surgery. They must be delivered right away." Arthur kept it short. He handed the files to Donald. "Take them over. Hurry!"