A Divorce After My Rebirth
Chapter 914

Chapter 914 Her Indifference 3 L After Bianca returned to her senses, she realized Malcolm had called her numerous times. She hadn't brought her phone when she went to Zane's place earlier.

Now, she saw dozens of missed calls.

The phone rang again, this time from an unknown number.

Bianca answered, "Hello." "Ms. Sanders, Lord Malcolm's been in an accident." Bianca fell silent. On the other end, Horatio's voice sounded urgent, but Bianca seemed unaffected by the news.

An accident? What kind of accident? "Ms. Sanders? Ms. Sanders!" The urgency in the man's voice heightened as Bianca remained silent.

Ss +15 BONUS )* Suddenly, Bianca snapped back to reality, > "What happened?" Her tone was calm \ and indifferent, showing no concern: "It was a collision. He's on his way to the hospital." "I'see." - { A car collision.

Bianca's response was as indifferent as if she were hearing about Malcolm's dinner plans for the evening.

On the other end of the line, Horatio was surprised by Bianca's cold reaction. How could she be so indifferent to a car accident, especially one that required hospitalization? "Ms. Sanders!" Horatio's tone grew heavier. "Lord Malcolm had the accident while on his way to see you." Clearly, Horatio was angry at Bianca's indifference.

After all, Malcolm had the accident while on his way to her, How could she be so cold? It Bianca sensed the accusation in Horatio's tone.

I "He's the esteemed Lord Malcolm Entes of Simeria. I didn't ask him to come see, me," Bianca said before hanging up the phone abruptly.

Indeed, why did he have to come to see her? His presence had disrupted her life enough already. And now, he had an accident on his way to see her, and he dared to blame her for it? Bianca's indifference to Malcolm's accident was unexpected by many.

Meanwhile, Malcolm was being treated urgently by the doctor in the ambulance.

However, he was disoriented, drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Bianca... Bianca..." He murmured the name softly, his subconscious calling out to her even in his dazed state, 94 Horatio's heart stirred at hearing Malcolm unconsciously call out her name.

"Lord Malcolm." I No response.

Clearly, the name had slipped out involuntarily. Malcolm showed no reaction at all.

The mountain road was treacherous, especially for rescue operations, making the situation even more complicated.

The snowplow cleared the way outside, with their ambulance trailing behind.

For Malcolm, this night was rough. But for Bianca, it seemed oddly relieving to hear about Malcolm's accident.

Instead of worrying, she felt a sense of satisfaction. She even wondered why Horatio hadn't just told her he was dead.

It revealed the depth of her hatred for Malcolm, a hatred that consumed her entirely.

I So, even hearing such bad news felt like good news to her.

Bianca was startled awake the next morning by the sound of the doorbell, still half in her dreams.

Worried it might be Nancy, she hurried to answer the door.

Last night's events had caused her to experience intermittent amnesia, forgetting that Zane had moved in next door. The man barged into her house.

"Breakfast is ready. Go freshen up." Bianca turned to look at the man, feeling a mix of familiarity and annoyance. He acted as if he owned the place.

"Who gave you permission to come in?" she snapped.

"Aren't you hungry?" The man barely acknowledged her protest.

Bianca seethed with anger but knew she I couldn't do anything about it. Unlike "Malcolm's stubbornness, Zane was l elusive and impossible to confront.

And she was indeed hungry. Her appetite returned instantly, especially when she saw the food Zane had made.

Grudgingly, she went to freshen up.

At the dining table, Zane was already seated. He looked attractive in his casual clothes. Or was it just Bianca's thoughts running wukd? There was hardly any food left.

"How did you manage to ferment the dough?" she asked.

She remembered Natalie always letting

the dough ferment by the fireplace, but the temperature had to be just right, both ' inside and outside, especially in winter. 4 Natalie used to say it was challenging to ferment dough for buns in the winter.

Even with indoor heating, the dough I often failed to rise, resulting in poorly / textured buns.

But now, biting into the soft, perfectly fermented bun, it was evident that Zane had done an excellent job.

"I let it ferment by the fireplace last night," Zane explained.

Bianca raised an eyebrow. "And that works?" "Yeah, it takes longer during winter," he replied casually.

To talk about the difference, it's probably just that—it was going to rise eventually, but it took longer in winter.

Bianca stayed silent, The filling was done

exceptionally well, and Bianca liked it very much.

"Is it delicious?" Zane asked.

"Yeah," came the subdued response, nothing more.

It seemed like even though Bianca was enjoying the food, she wasn't planning to give Zane any credit for it. The man could only smile helplessly. She was such a grudge-holding woman.

Midway through, Zane received a call. He glanced at Bianca instinctively, his gaze, once warm, now serious.

""No need to call me for such matters; he has people with him," Zane said before hanging up.

Bianca continued eating, but Zane's intense gaze remained fixed on her.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she demanded.

"He had an accident. Did you know?" Zane asked.

i Al "It's none of my business!" Bianca I replied without a second thought.

She was cold...! Zane subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Bianca's reaction at this moment was the best indicator of her feelings. Her response showed that she had no concern for Malcolm's situation. Or perhaps, after "reaching the peak of hatred, she had simply stopped caring altogether.

"What's with that look on your face?" Bianca asked, interrupting Zane's thoughts.

Was she being cold? Yes, she truly was! But watching her stubbornness at this moment, Zane found it quite adorable.