When my phone was returned to me, there was a string of missed calls, all from Clara and her assistant.

I called back.

Clara asked me sharply, "Where are you? Where did you hide the documents I put in the office drawer?!"

I was flabbergasted because I didn't understand what she was talking about.

Clara kept accusing me. "I'll give you half an hour. If you don't send the documents back, I'll call the police. Don't test me, Jason. My patience has a limit."

I was confused and looked at the policewoman next to me.

She heard everything and motioned for me to hand her the phone.

Taking my phone, she said seriously, "Mrs. Jenas, your husband just came out of the detention center. There's still a fine to be paid. If you want to make a police report, come directly to our police station."

To my surprise, Clara scoffed.

"Jason, I'm not in the mood for jokes."

Then, she immediately hung up.

I didn't know what happened, but the police asked me to wait at the police station; they would notify Clara to come pay the fine.

Half an hour later, Clara walked in.

Her face was as dark as thunder. She confirmed something with the police.

"Was he really in the detention center for the past 10 days? He didn't go anywhere else?"

The officer replied impatiently, "That's right. I don't care if you believe me, just pay the fine."

On the way back to the company, I pieced together what happened from Clara's conversation with her assistant.

Yesterday, the bidding documents Clara kept in her drawer had mysteriously vanished.

It was for the company's most important and confidential project of the year, and only Clara had the final draft.

Tomorrow was the bidding day.

I asked, puzzled, "There's no backup for documents that important?"

The assistant explained in a whisper, "Mr. Tyler accidentally spilled water on Ms. Peyton's computer, and the hard drive is completely ruined."

Clara warned me solemnly, "Maxey already feels very guilty; he's a sensitive guy. You are not to mention this matter in front of him."

Everyone in the company was extremely busy, as if the company had entered a state of war.

Well, except for Maxey, who was browsing the web in Clara's chair, looking bored.

When he saw us, he strode over with a smile.

"Clara, you found Jason? Did you find the documents?"

He took Clara's hand and hooked it intimately.

"I told you, Jason must have taken the documents out of spite. There's no need to worry about the bidding."

Clara's expression was odd, and she didn’t utter a word.

Maxey's smile froze, and his gaze turned to me.

"Jason, don't tell me you lost the documents?"

When I remained silent, he frowned.

"Clara told me about the divorce. I know it's unfair to you, and that's why you're unhappy with her, but still, you shouldn't have touched the company's documents. After all, that's everyone's hard work."

He changed his tone. "Please return the documents to us. I've already persuaded Clara not to pursue the matter if you do."

Clara squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, "He didn't take it."

Maxey seemed stunned. "That can't be..."

Suddenly, the system gave me an order again. "Slap him hard! Hurry!"

How could I dare to touch Clara's darling?

But I had finally figured out what was happening.

The reason the system asked me to smash the police car was so that I would have an alibi.

Even though it asked me to self-sabotage, it wasn't trying to harm me.

Since I had figured that out, I raised my hand and slapped Maxey in the face with all my strength!

"You fake scum!" I repeated the line the system told me to say.

"Who do you think you are to meddle in other people's family affairs? Why don't you mind your own business and stop staring at someone else’s wife! You know I can’t produce the documents, so you intentionally try to stir crap. I think the one who took the documents must be you!"

The air went still.

Maxey covered his face in shock. "You…"

I slapped him again.

"I what?! Don't talk to me. I don't talk to morally depraved homewreckers because you guys are dirty!"

"Jason, are you out of your mind?"

Clara finally snapped out of her shock and grabbed my wrist.

Following the system's instruction, I picked up the glass of water on the table and splashed it on her face.

The warm water made Clara freeze.

She looked at me like she was looking at a stranger.

"How did you become like this? If I had known you were so unreasonable, I would have..."

I interrupted her. "If I had known you were such a bitch, I wouldn't have saved you back then!"

Back then, when the Peyton family went bankrupt, Clara's father jumped from a high building, and her mother also committed suicide.

The creditors broke Clara's leg and threw her into the sea.

I happened to pass by while fishing. I rescued her and took her home.

I thought the two of us could at least keep each other company and give each other warmth.

But Maxey's return turned my eight-year marriage into a joke.

The system's revelation and intervention caught me off guard.

I looked at the disheveled Clara. For the first time in my life, I regretted the decision I made years ago.

Suddenly, Maxey let out a cry.

He staggered and leaned on the office desk.

"Clara, I feel dizzy."

Without even wiping the water off her face, Clara immediately turned around to support him.

She helped Maxey to the couch without even sparing me a glance.

I turned to leave, but she stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?! Maxey almost fainted because of you!"

She pressed the bell and asked for the private doctor to be summoned.

After listening to Clara's words, the doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Ms. Peyton, although both these gentlemen have type A blood, anemia doesn't necessarily require a blood transfusion. Even if a blood transfusion is required, we can..."

"That's too much hassle." Clara's voice was icy.

"Since Jason hit Maxey, he has to take full responsibility. Just draw his blood."

The system urged me, "Don’t just stand there; make your move!"

I rubbed my hands and pushed open the office door.

"Urgently seeking type A blood, $15,000 for 100 mL!"

I turned and looked directly at Clara's surprised face.

"What? Don't tell me you're unwilling to spend a little bit of money?"

People nearby gradually gathered around.

"Ms. Peyton, Mr. Jenas, my blood is type A. I also have a blood donation certificate. Are you really paying $15,000 for 100 mL?"

I smiled. "Ms. Peyton is anxious to save Mr. Tyler. The more the better."

After saying that, I cut through the crowd and went straight home.

Under the system's instruction, I spent most of the day re-drafting the divorce agreement.

It was already two in the morning when Clara came back home.

She smelled of cologne.

She had forgotten that I hated this kind of smell the most.

Picking up the divorce agreement I drafted, she let out a series of scoffs.

"You want me to leave with nothing? Did you get kicked in the head?"

She threw me an organ donation agreement.

"Don't play tricks with me. Either you sign it yourself, or I'll get people to make you sign it."

I read it and, sure enough, she wanted my kidney.

Clara said while modifying the divorce agreement, "Maxey has health issues. You should help him as a favor to me. To thank you, I'll give you $150,000."

She stared at me coldly. "Don't be too greedy, or I'll start to think that your intentions weren't that pure when you saved me."

Perhaps because she felt really confident, she went into the bedroom to sleep right after she said that.

A cold gust blew in from the window, sending chills down my back.

Following the system's instruction, I turned on the computer in the study.

Clara's social media account password was easy to guess. I immediately figured out it was the day Maxey went abroad.

After all, she had tattooed this string of numbers on her ankle.

I took a photo of the organ donation agreement and posted it online with a note. "Seeking matching kidneys at a high price, $150,000 each; interested parties, please call."

Below, I attached Clara's phone number.

At five in the morning, our door was knocked open by a group of policemen.

Clara was taken to the police station before she could even change her clothes.

As a witness and her family member, I also went with her.

The police presented screenshots of Clara's social media post and the IP address of the login.

"Human organ transaction in any form is a serious crime; you know that, right?"

I nodded. "I know it's illegal and definitely shouldn't be done on a public online platform." If it weren't illegal, the system wouldn't have asked me to post it.

Clara frowned after reading the screenshot. "I didn't post that."

She shot me a cold glance that could freeze.

"Still denying it, huh?" The officer slammed the table impatiently.

"Take a look at this, posted by one of your company's employees online last night. You openly asked a doctor to draw other people's blood to transfuse to Maxey Tyler, and even used money to induce people to donate blood. Don't you know that's illegal too?!"

Clara pursed her lips. "But it didn't end up happening."

The officer sneered. "But you had the intention. You attempted to do it."

Just then, another officer brought Maxey in.

He held her in his arms, all teary-eyed.

"Clara, are you okay? It's all my fault. If I were healthy, none of this would have happened."

Behind her was a familiar female officer. She frowned when she saw Clara and I.

"Investigate this case thoroughly. The relationship of this married couple is abnormal. This can't be treated as a simple disturbance of public order."

Seeing Clara about to be handcuffed, Maxey panicked and stood in front of the police. "Clara didn't commit any crime!"

When the police tried to pull him away, he blurted out in panic, "I'm not sick! I don't need a kidney transplant, so she couldn't have been buying organs!"

When Clara heard that, she abruptly stood up. "You're not sick?! But didn't you go abroad because you were sick? You said your family forced you to..."

"I was cured!" Realizing what he had said, Maxey quickly backtracked. "I was fully cured when I was abroad!"

I watched coldly, my emotion calm.

Maxey had gone abroad immediately after learning of the Peyton family's bankruptcy, claiming it was for treatment.

Now, it was clear to everyone that it was just an excuse.

Clara's lawyer arrived. Thanks to his efforts, Clara was released after paying a fine.

She remained silent the entire way home.

I sat in the passenger seat and saw Maxey cautiously touching the back of her hand in the rearview mirror.

"Clara, I didn't mean to hide it from you. I really did get cured overseas, you can check!"

His eyes welled up.

"I only lied to you because I wanted to test if you still cared about me. If you hate me, you can hit me."

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll never hit you!" Clara held his hand back.

I turned away.

The system gave me an order in my head. "When you get out of the car, take Clara's phone."

I did not argue even though it was practically stealing.

In the rearview mirror, I saw Clara check her phone at Maxey's prompting. She then looked up and glanced at me in the passenger seat. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded.

The driver dropped Maxey off at his place first, then headed towards our residence.

As soon as I got out, I tapped Clara on the shoulder. "A bug!"

When she turned around, I swiped the phone from her pocket.

She turned back to the driver and told him to send all the servants away.

"I need to have a talk with my husband."

I quickly glanced at her phone. The latest message was from Maxey.

"Jason must be behind everything that happened today. You have to teach him a lesson. Lock him in the house and get some guys to scare him."

I finally understood. That was what Clara had nodded and agreed to earlier.

The system asked me, "Do you know what to do this time?"

I nodded. Once all the servants left, I followed Clara into the house.

She turned around. Just as she said, "I'm going out for a..." I kicked her in the knee.

Before she could react, I ran through the front door and slammed it shut!